no title.
well.
the truth of the story is this.
i can't live without my boyfriend.
i can not live without jarred james.
i love him so much it makes my heart hurt. it makes my chest tight and sometimes, when i daze off thinking about him, i get this ridiculous little smile on my face because i can't hide how happy he makes me.
thinking about him makes my insides tickle and squirm and makes my fingers tingly and makes me want to do a stupid little dance because i'm overwhelmed with energy and joy.
i don't think he knows any of this.
is that bad? is it bad then when i think about waking up without, my chest tightens like someone has pured liquid ice on me and i can't breathe?
he doesn't know the extent of how much he means to me. how tightly wound into my soul he is. when i told him i was coming to eat at his restaurant, he said he thought it was cute that i couldn't go a day without seeing him. he made fun of me for it... and i denied it. i went along, acting as if only crazy girls would need to see their boyfriends that much. because at that point i realised that he didn't comprehend that i can't go a day without seeing him. he was teasing me because he didn't think it was true. because maybe our relationship is not that serious.
i feel like i have swallowed glass.
i adore my boyfriend.
and he thinks my feelings are cute.
life is a bitch.
the truth of the story is this.
i can't live without my boyfriend.
i can not live without jarred james.
i love him so much it makes my heart hurt. it makes my chest tight and sometimes, when i daze off thinking about him, i get this ridiculous little smile on my face because i can't hide how happy he makes me.
thinking about him makes my insides tickle and squirm and makes my fingers tingly and makes me want to do a stupid little dance because i'm overwhelmed with energy and joy.
i don't think he knows any of this.
is that bad? is it bad then when i think about waking up without, my chest tightens like someone has pured liquid ice on me and i can't breathe?
he doesn't know the extent of how much he means to me. how tightly wound into my soul he is. when i told him i was coming to eat at his restaurant, he said he thought it was cute that i couldn't go a day without seeing him. he made fun of me for it... and i denied it. i went along, acting as if only crazy girls would need to see their boyfriends that much. because at that point i realised that he didn't comprehend that i can't go a day without seeing him. he was teasing me because he didn't think it was true. because maybe our relationship is not that serious.
i feel like i have swallowed glass.
i adore my boyfriend.
and he thinks my feelings are cute.
life is a bitch.