When am I going to stop missing you?
-I just want to get on with my life already
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When am I going to stop missing you?
-I just want to get on with my life already
You put me in constant love purgatory....you're like the Rachel to my Ross; I can't get over you. And I keep praying for the day you don't cross my mind, and it'll be the best day. But if you're reading this now, I miss you.
Sometimes I wonder if you ever come across my Tumblr and see all these posts.
-p.s: they're all about you. I miss you all the time, love. 💙 Always.
Quinton, what if I can't forget?
I have an obsession, I know, I’m aware. I fantasize about conversations id have with you. Listening to a beautiful song as I slow dance with only you in an empty living room. Laying in your arms wrapped up tightly but still comfortable enough to make me never want to let go. To feel your warm, soft, gentle lips on mine; kissing me so slowly and passionately that it makes my heart beat faster and faster. Laying down a blanket in an empty parking lot to watch the stars with you. Going to all my favorite concerts and watching you fall in love with my tastes in music. I want to feel your bare chest on mine. Your hands run across my shoulder. Your voice in my ear. My hands in your hair. I want to see your eyes. I want to hug you as long as possible. I want to see your car pull into my driveway. I want to see your name on my phone. I want to call you in the middle of the night because I can’t sleep, and you probably can’t either. I want to cry on your shoulder when the world is too tough. I want to take you places, and you introduce me to new people and things. I want your family to love me. To be someone you can’t stop talking about. To be someone you think of in every action you do and in everything you see.
I can’t believe how much I want you. Being a behavior analyst I know I’m only in denial, I’m obsessive, and I compare every one I met to your qualities. I guess you just can’t help who you love, even if who you think you love isn’t actually who they are anymore.
-can I please have one last kiss? Crysee.
At the end of the day, my love, I still wish my head were on your chest. I love you more when we're apart than we ever are together. Quinton Reed, I hope I can still see you in my dreams.