strawberry-watermelon bubblegum // joshler // ✓

you've grown used to it,

the scratches on your back. they haven't had the chance to fade away, because once they do, he's got his nails on your skin again.

his mouth tastes like it always does, when you're roaming your tongue around it, searching for purpose.

it's been three months.

three months of strawberry-watermelon kisses grazing your skin and neutral milk hotel lyrics falling from your mouth. he loves the album, by the way, and his voice is the most beautiful thing you've ever heard.

three months of hubba bubba gum wrappers filling the passenger side floor of your car. any other person leaving trash in your car would have you fuming. but it's not trash when it comes from tyler, it's just a reminder that he's yours.

three months of coming home to an angel wearing your clothes, asleep on your couch. it's only when you work late, you think it must be that he has to be the first thing you see when you come home. you don't mind.

three months of cold coffee and cigarettes on the coffee table, and that's nothing different than before, but you somehow adore it. it used to bother you.

three months of falling even deeper in love with tyler, if that was possible. you think about proposing soon, but you haven't even asked him to be your boyfriend yet. you don't think you need to, at this point.

three months of purpose.