When someone plays with my hair
Me and my best friend when we know it’s about to be a good night
First off, I’m an asshole for not telling you what was going on. Trust me, I kick myself now because I think about you constantly. Yes, I don’t know what happened to you, but I’m totally willing to hear it, and you know I love talking to you. I don’t care what we talk about-we always have had great chemistry. It was a rough week, but I just need you to know, really deep down, you’re the shit. You really are! And so strong, and so positive, and so fucking sexy that I wanna eat you up when you send me pics of you making silly faces to cheer me up, and I would love to see you again even if it was just for a quick second on a train or in a bar for a drink. You’re awesome and I love making you feel the way you deserve to feel. Just know, you’ve been on my mind. Daily, since we talked last. You’re beautiful inside and out, and I’m sorry I haven’t reminded you lately.You deserve to hear it everyday, and I’m a jerkoff for disappearing. You are always there, and I hate myself for taking that for granted.