Disintegration.

i love this picture more than my own life right now.

losing you, and starting over is going to be the world’s most hardest challenge ever. it’s like this;

when or if i do find someone new, i’m going to have to tell them about myself. making me feel like a broken record. i’m going to have to make them fall in love with me, and i don’t know how easy that’s going to be, since i’ve learned that it was super easy with you. i’m going to have to teach them where to kiss me. how to kiss me. how to touch me. how to love me. my likes and dislikes. my taste in music. my little tendency to slip into depression. my little quirks. my system of doing things. times i wake up/go to bed. favorite foods. favorite drinks. favorite books. favorite movies. favorite places to go.

and all of this is going to remind me how easy it was with you and how much i’ll miss you. and this also means that i’m going to have to learn about a new person. someone unfamiliar. someone who isn’t you. doesn’t smell like you. talk like you. kiss like you. feel like you. laughs like you. smiles like you. tastes like you. breathes like you. they aren’t you. and that is what’ll upset me the me the most.

i love you more than anything.

4 months ago