Be with someone who won’t stay mad at you, who can’t stand not talking to you, and who’s afraid of losing you.
I know I probably don’t cross your mind much anymore but I hope someday you see something that reminds you of me and the things we use to spend hours talking about at night and then your throat gets tight and your heart skips a beat and you finally miss me back.
I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me.
I don’t want anything from you, at all. I just want to be the person you choose to sit next to in a room full with all the people you have known.