I want you to arrive uninvited to every damn thing that happens in my life. It’s fine if I lose you for a few weeks, as long as you turn up to where I work and tell me that you still want to undress me.— Azra.T “turn left for Hope Highway” (via 5000letters)
The thing is I see someone who looks like you in a crowd and for a split second I fall straight in love with them. It’s silly, I know. It’s just that I’m always tickled pink missing you. Let’s face it though, I missed you even when you were with me. That’s probably what loving someone is. You anticipate them leaving and feel sad before they’ve gone.
Anyway, anyone with your hair colour is immediately my favourite person. Anyone with your freckles, I’ll close my eyes and kiss them and pretend it’s you. That’s stupid, I’ve been touching mouths with a lot of boys lately. They don’t quite say my name the same way you did. I’ve been saying a lot of “ssh. No need for talking.”
Last Wednesday, I saw a boy wearing the exact same coat you wrapped me up in once. I caused a three people pile up in the middle of the high street because my legs forgot to walk.
I guess what I’m trying to say is: I’m going to keep looking for you, even though I know you won’t come back, I’m still hoping you’ll knock on my door and say “hey! I’ve been falling in love with every damn girl who looks like you and it’s an absolute nuisance so it’s probably best you let me love you all over again.”
Loves God. DLSU frosh.
Aspiring pilot. PH.