Wet hair from tears holding your loved one,the early summer mornings that ate still chilly, wet hair from the shower, yelling at eachother then comforting eachother, reading and feeling so much,heat waves during summer sweating so much .
So many feelings and such little words to explain them its like music you want to put into words imagine feeling like you're drunk when you love but you're actually sober that's how it feels like with bpd but noone gets it.
Crying toghether at 4am on a old couch wich is all in the past now with a person with a unrecognisable face blurry even reading that one story still stirrs up all those feelings you know you have but try to hide.
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