(no subject)
13 years. It’s been 13 years since I first held you and it still feels like yesterday. It’s been 13 years since our lips first met and it still feels like your kiss could set off explosions of epic proportions. I don’t understand how unrequited love can last so damn long. The forbidden fruit should rot at some point, right? Yet here I am, basking in your presence 13 years later. It’s like opening a wound that never healed, yet I’d pick that scab every time. 13 years ago I would have much more poetic things to say. Now, I guess I’m just going to love you forever. Fuck.