you asked me why i love you. because i like being with you, i said. because i miss you when you’re not here, i said. but the truth is, there is an ancient ache in me, and i got good at ignoring it, but suddenly you came around and you were the perfect shape to fill in the void and i have this strangling hope everytime i see you and i don’t really know what it is but i think it is you dragging my corpse back to life.













