right now it is twenty nine minutes past five in the morning. I havent had a minutes sleep all night. instead of sleeping peacefully, I’ve spent the last five and a half hours thinking about a boy. he is the place where all my love and all my hate meet and combust. he is my bestfriend and my worst enemy. for four years we have played a never ending game of cat and mouse. it is so obvious to us both that we are each other’s perfect match, we are two halves of the one being. but factors like pride, timing, jealousy and ego have fucked up everything. despite knowing that we are still suspended in a state of adolescent naivety and that we are still yet to discover the world ahead of us, I know that we are connected by an unbreakable and irrevocable love. but love is never a fairy tale, mostly it’s just fucked.

4 weeks ago

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