I have died everyday waiting for you.

“After all these years.”

– Still got it for ya (thealmightykid) follow (via thealmightykid)

7 years. We went to school together. Middle school, to be exact. When I looked my worse. I’m only human, I’m sorry. I left, and went to high school, and you so happened to be there. I always looked for you in the hallways. Walked around like a creep, hoping you would come out of class and see me, but I would have probably ran away. It’s taken this long to look at someone so beautiful, inside and out. You’ve chased me for years, whether you tried or you didn’t. I pushed you away. I can’t even speak. You make me weak. I was hurt when I couldn’t have you when I wanted you. I would look at your name on my phone. Block you, unblock you, then block you again. We would end up in the same gas station, and I wouldn’t say hi to you, hoping you would do so first. 7 years. It’s taken this long to be in the arms of someone I liked so much, someone I would stay up passed after hours talking to, forgetting about all the bullshit I was going through, you were going through. Why am I so pretty to you? Why do you feel this way? I’m scared. I’m scared to rush into anything. Keep me from falling apart. 7 years. It’s taken this long to finally realize I’ve been pushing the nice one away. I wanted what’s best for you, I know I wouldn’t have been able to give that to you. You seemed upset with someone else…. I was your getaway. I was your bandaid. Why are you so sure of me? Why do you feel this way? You’re taking a risk. So am I. I’m scared. I’m terrified of getting hurt. 7 years. It’s taken this long to be in the arms of someone who wants to be with me not 24/7, but 25/8, who wants to kiss every inch of my body, who wants to make me their world, who wants to talk to me every second of the day, who wants to know how I slept, who wants to know how my day at work was. Someone who wants to show me off, someone who filled out a fake lover application I did at work once because I was extremely bored. 7 years. It’s taken this long to talk to the person I look forward to waking up to in the future, to see someone I want to look at and call them home, to be with someone who wants to know every single detail about me, already knowing half. It’s taken this long to be with someone who wants to hear me sing, even if I’m shy. You accept me for my sloppy eating, for my disgusting burps that you find awkwardly cute, for someone who loses themselves whenever their lips touch mine… I don’t know what to do. I’m happy. I’m sad because I’m not with you at the moment. I want to be selfish and have you all to myself, I wanna be closer to you than I already am. I want you in every single way possible. I like you so much that… It hurts. I want to experience so much with you. 7 years. After so long, I want to share my world with you…. I want you to become my world. I like you. Too much.

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