I haven’t talked about you, to you, with you. Nothing. I think it’s time that I did. I could never say it because I didn’t want it to be true..
I miss you.
I miss everything about you. No, about who you were. Who WE were. You knew everything about me and even if I wasn’t appreciated, at least I had someone who knew all of my flaws and weaknesses and accepted me for them. Being open has always been easy to me, but being vulnerable is the worst. It’s the scariest thing I could possibly think of and that is because it requires me to trust that the person I am vulnerable with will not fuck me up in return. God knows the last few did. I just want to feel like someone cares if I’m okay or not and if I made it home alive. Is that so much to ask?
Anonymous asked: uh yes you are. i really wish you believed that :,/
I’m sorry, love. I’m working on it. Promise.0 notes / 2 weeks ago / reblog