i stay up all night in the hope that - maybe - just for a few minutes, you’ll come online.
which is stupid since we text all the time, but sometimes i just need you to.
sometimes i just miss your stupid smile and the way you scrunch your face up when you type ‘cause it’s too dark.
sometimes i just miss the way you make me feel sexy even when i’m having a puffy day and my thighs are massive and i’ve eaten nothing but salted pretzels and i’m on the verge of tears because people are mean.
sometimes i just need stupid songs and embarassing childhood photos and putting on zombie makeup at three am.
sometimes i just need to bitch about my day and how tired we both are and tell you how much i want to fall asleep in your arms and wake up next to you.
sometimes i just need to hear about your day and all the stupid things that happen so i can forget about mine and the mother that hates me and the family i’m tearing apart and just know that someone cares.
sometimes i wish i could tell you all these stupid things and not feel needy or clingy.
most of the time, i just wish you knew how i felt.
i love you so much it makes my head explode.
