Should ever we meet on your side of the telephone, I would dive into you like a bomb shelter. You are the only thing I want to run towards instead of away from. I am sorry I keep leaving makeup stains on other people’s pillowcases. I don’t know what else to do when you are not around to tug my mouth in the right direction. If I were a peach, you’d be the only person I’d trust to get close to the pit of me. You are the only person I trust to get close to the pit of me. I hope you like fruit trees; I hope you like metaphors.
"Lover—" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)










