i’ve spent 3/4 of a year wondering how it would feel to hold your hand and fall asleep in your arms with my hands in your hair and nothing but a thin blanket separating our bare skin and how it would feel to wake up happy because i’d be waking up next to the love of my life but i fucked it up and i’m never going to be able to memorize the texture of your hand and i’m never going to know how happy i could make you with your hair inbetween my fingers or how your body heat would be more than enough to keep me warm throughout the night and i’m sure as hell never going to know how it feels to wake up happy because my misery has begun now that you’re gone but it’s all my fault. there’s no one to blame but myself and i am such a fool for letting go of the best thing i’ve ever had. please come back to me. i love you. i’ve loved you since the day i met you.
read that, again.
things I need to beat into my brain
- Alex Turner (via foreverlivingyoungandreckless)
*listens to punk rock in order to fall asleep*