Having an anxiety disorder is like that moment where your chair almost tips or you miss a step going down the stairs but it never stops
i don’t even know why i like you. but i just do. like from day 1 since I’ve been here, and talking to you and having all these similar interests. and slow texting back and forth all night. and then i started to fall super hard. and i haven’t felt this way in a long ass time. i fell. super hard. I’m typing this, trying not to stare at the screen avoiding these thoughts and feelings. i never thought id meet someone with so much similar interests and how we can playfully fight. I love how we both love coffee and are super quite in person. I love the cute face you make whenever i tease you.. too bad you’re boyfriend is coming tomorrow, and I’m broken.. Too think someone so similar in so many ways belongs to someone else.. I’m sitting here wondering about parallel universes where you and me could intertwine and exist as one. maybe.. just maybe.. is all one can wish for. my thoughts and memories should be left here in NY.
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there has never been a more appropriate day to reblog this
I reblogged this exactly one year ago. how time flies.