I just really miss you. I think about you, like, all the time. You know what, the word ‘think’ is wrong; I don’t actively do anything, you’re just here. I know we’re no good at this relationship shit and that’s why we agreed to stop seeing each other—so we wouldn’t fuck it up—but I want you. I need you. Because I’d rather fail with you than win with anyone else.
Jake, Sleeping with Other People (via wordsaresinging)










