i don't know if it's my cupasoup binge, or if it's his words that linger in this room before he leaves. either way, my stomach hurts; but i'm thinking brewster can solve all of this. don't be deceived, life has been wonderful lately. i am so lucky, and more recently: fucking hopeful. !
i smelled him on my skin after he left last night, and sweet jesus i know i'm just going to keep falling faster and faster. he gives me that feeling again - the way he smiles at me and says those words. the way he kisses me. i'm so scared, but at the same time; i can't wait.
"if you want something but it seems out of reach, never sit and mourn for it knowing that it's out there somewhere. find it, and don't accept anything less than exactly what you want. you deserve it." bobby wrote this for me. almost three months ago.