You can sit on a bed fifteen floors up looking at the city lights and you can feel joy because he’s there too. And you can write on the window with your finger and your breath the words that you’re terrified to say. You can lay there beside him alone in the dark and feel as safe as if you were at home. You can listen and love all the words that he says, just please don’t start to believe them.
And now that you have a picture to prove, remember that someday you’ll need it.
"What if I said I wished I hated you?" "That’s probably accurate."
And I’m wondering weather it will be easier to keep this up or stop it completely.