Please be clingy with me. Get worried if I don’t text you back in ten minutes, blow up my phone, when were in public you better hold my hand and kiss me, get mad when other girls look at me, tell me that you miss me or love me all the time. But also I want you to trust me. If I’m dating you then it means that I’m all for you. I don’t want a relationship that will last a few days. I got into this because I saw something with you. I am yours, you are mine. End of story.
Once I thought I knew what love was. I felt it burn my every cell. I felt it awaken the moths and wipe away the spiderwebs in my stomach. I lived it every day and breathed it in to stay alive. It was the only way I knew how to survive. Now I only have the memories of those days and even those are slowly fading. I try hard to hold tight to what may be left, but it slips out of my grasp. Out of my grasp like the wind through the branches of an old tree in a forest where only loneliness and abandonment is familiar. I ask myself, “What could I have done different?” I also answer myself, “Nothing.”