You make me feel like when someone wakes up thirsty and reaches for a drink, but there’s never anything there. Then comes the cold, awkward steps to the kitchen for water. After they’ve drank it they realised that they could’ve done without it if they’d just gone back to sleep. I feel like that most days, I can’t explain why. Maybe because you’re over there and I’m over here, I don’t need you but I want you, even though I’d have to awkwardly step my way into your heart. Now I keep a glass on my bedside table, every night without fail, just so I stop thinking about you. Dry throat or not.
it happens to everyone as they grow up. you find out who you are and what you want, and then you realise that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on