i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it
I’ve always wondered if you’d ever come back.
I keep on thinking that maybe one day, you’ll love me again and we’ll continue our love story and you will love me so much the way you did. I won’t stop hoping that maybe, maybe one day, you will look at me like I’m the most beautiful girl in your world. The way you looked at me before. I know I’m like a fool, endlessly waiting for a thing that won’t never happen again. Endlessly waiting for a man and a love that will never be mine again. But who knows? Maybe your mind will change and you’ll take me back. Maybe you will fall for me again, don’t worry because I will catch you and I will never let you be hurt. I will not let you feel the pain the way I feel it now. Maybe you will change your mind about leaving me. The way your mind changed when you said you will never ever leave me.