you touched my hand when i started crying in the car without even looking at me, without knowing what i was thinking or if i was even crying. you don’t have to tell me you love me every day, you don’t really have to tell me ever. i’ll remember that you reached out to me without truly knowing that i needed you, and that is what i want to remember love feeling like.
this post alone is making me come back to this website. this post alone still burns in a really raw way.












