My bicep brings all the angels to the yard, and I’m like, Cas gave me this scar, damn right, it hurt so hard. I could show you, but I’d have to charge.
Story of my life with my (ex-) best friend? I don’t even know what to call him anymore. We’ve had so many different ups and downs in our relationship. I tried so many times. I just don’t know what to think anymore.. :/
Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with our friendship…
We’ve known each other for years, we’ve grown up together. His family is like a second family to me. I’ve spent days and nights over there, just having fun. We’d text all the time. We help each other out in school and everything. We goof off, talk, joke. His hugs are always filled with strength, and warmth, and it makes me feel great. Often times I wish those moments would never end. We can lay cuddled on the couch together watching a movie, or just relaxing. It’s comfortable and chill. There’s nothing awkward between us. And I adore it. No he isn’t mine. Not technically anyways. But everyone knows how we are. He makes me smile on the worst of my days. He puts up with me, all my little quirks included. Would I like to be able to call him my boyfriend? Yes. But do I mind that we aren’t dating? No. I’d much rather have the friendship we do than risk losing it for a relatioship that it’s not time for and that may not last.
Two more days
Two more days, two more final exams, and I’m done with colllege for the semester. Done. Time to say hello to summer.
