the distance

my life is made up of a series of bad decisions

“dear friend, thanks for the best years of my life, i mean that. you have been there for every step of the way & i’m so happy to have found someone like you cos without you i don’t know what i would do.”

if i didn’t know me, i’d think i was a lesbian

i guess you knew it from how i smiled

jenna-:

but everyone misses someone more then they would like to admit. 
So I’m writing you a six-word letter with no return address to let you know.
“I gave you my very best”

i watched your sadness grow

i can see myself reflecting in your eyes

can i ever have more than your trust?
can i be enough?
can we ever talk about us?