u n d e r w a t e r

s e v e n t e e n

he stood at the door, wondering if she knew that the song she was playing was his favourite. he sat on the doorstep, with the limp flowers in his hand, thinking of her.

she was not perfect, but she could be. if she let him in again. 

but she wouldn't.

she wouldn't let anyone in. 

he thought he loved her, but he didn't. 

he cared about her, and that was much more important. 

because when you love someone, you want your love for them to continue, which means you could hurt them because you wan the best for yourself rather than them.

caring about someone simply means wanting the best for them.