"Taxi drive me to the end,
let the meter run into the digits I can't spend.
Then you'll drive me to the edge,
I'll stand upon the precipice and jump to pay my debt.
So be my driver to the end.
Crash into my rigid back
You'll see that I don't bend.
Now we're standing on the edge,
so push me off the precipice and prove that you're my friend. They say that god is love and love it always wins.
Except for a hopeless damned romantic with a crush on deadly sins.
Now I'm closing both my eyes to see your point of view,
it's a picture perfect paradox for camera shy taboo." -letlive.
Exs can be friends. I will never stop telling myself that. For 2 years, you were my best friend. Losing the person I could literally tell anything to seems impossible to me. We were so comfortable with each other. You are the one person I did not have to put any shields up for. That shouldn’t change. Not after everything we learned about each other. I know you like the back of my hand. I know that you love the color blue, and your middle name is your mothers maiden name, and that you had a crush on Snow White when you were 3.
I want to be able to call you and say “hey let’s watch the game tonight, I’m bringing the chips and salsa.” There’s no need for this awkward silence. I know you don’t love me like you used to and my heart can’t fully comprehend that yet. But I will deal.
But I swear to God, if the last time I talked to you is truly the last time, I don’t know what I will do. I can’t imagine not looking forward to the next time I’ll see your crooked smile. Please call me and tell me about that funny meme you found on Twitter that reminded you of a joke I told you 3 months ago. As long as you remain my friend, I can live with the heartache. Because then I know you’re not gone forever.
My jumbled thoughts in Bio class
The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.
Donald Miller (via sorbaie)