It has always been you.
Not the random dude I text on snap.
Not the sophomore I think is cute.
I don't go to sleep wondering if the senior I sit by likes me.
I go to sleep hoping that tomorrow you finally notice that the annoying girl that sits by you in 6th and 7th period likes you and wants to give you the world.
YOU ARE READING
Just Breathe
AléatoireQuotes, feelings and thoughts that might break your heart or make you smile.
