Tell me, what is love? Is love listening to the same song on repeat when you're thinking about him? Or, is it staying up all night because he's all you can think about? Is it re-reading your conversation when you miss him? That little burst of energy that surges through you when you think about him.
I miss all that so much, but I'm afraid of being let down again. I miss being kissed on the forehead. The random slow dances in the middle of the room. The jokes, all the laughs... all of it, even the late night texts of random little quotes that wake me up in the middle of the night.
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My random ramblings
AléatoireHello, my name is Jax. And I have depression and anxiety. This is how I see the world.
