I can’t believe life. I really can’t. Shit just kills me.
I can’t spend time with her. I can’t see her. I can’t touch her. I can’t nothing with her.
I can’t even admire her from a distance.
I talk to her on the phone almost every night for the past 1460 nights.
Kills me just not to talk her for a full day. Now you expect me to last for a whole week maybe more. I can’t.
She says I’m limiting myself to her. As in the moments I had with her wasn’t the most groundbreaking, fantasizing and lovable time in my life. You’re crystal meth because all limitations are gone with you.
Damaging to who I am but wonderful to who we are together.
Night time isn’t the same without her. We can’t be together for the rest of these next 1460 nights.
Worth it for the rest of my nighttime with her.