It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.
Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.
I feel like he hurt you a lot just by the way you talk about him.
From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people.
I should have fucking kissed you when I still could