3am and 9 months and I still love you.
More time has passed than we were together and yet....I still fucking love your stupid ass. I was over it ya know? Over this song and dance. Then tonight someone hugged me. It was probably a hug that went on too long, but it felt so comforting and just...nice.
When I hear of best friends being with their lovers for 2+ years all I think about is when they will be getting a divorce or when I hear of Hollywood couples together for X amount of years the same thought. When is it going to end? Everything has an expiration date. Love...life...all of it. So, when do I expire? When does my number come up? When do my chances of finding someone to share this god forsaken life I life, end? Fuck if I know. I have narrowed down what I'm looking for to a science. Is that good or bad, it's hard to say. I don't need it though. That's what the cherry blossom's for, to remind me that I/me/Lindsey am all I have. If someone else wants to weasel their way in, OK but it's still just me. Me. Lindsey.
When I hear of best friends being with their lovers for 2+ years all I think about is when they will be getting a divorce or when I hear of Hollywood couples together for X amount of years the same thought. When is it going to end? Everything has an expiration date. Love...life...all of it. So, when do I expire? When does my number come up? When do my chances of finding someone to share this god forsaken life I life, end? Fuck if I know. I have narrowed down what I'm looking for to a science. Is that good or bad, it's hard to say. I don't need it though. That's what the cherry blossom's for, to remind me that I/me/Lindsey am all I have. If someone else wants to weasel their way in, OK but it's still just me. Me. Lindsey.