Credo.

Why must our existence be so meaningless?

I found myself missing you today. Passing by a place had triggered it. It was a fleeting longing, for as quickly as my body felt the need to be with you again, just as quickly I remembered all the reasons I don’t ever want you again. I had to brainwash myself into forgetting that memory. I had to repeat that I didn’t really miss you, just merely the thought of you. The thought of being loved and the thought of loving, of feeling and fluttering. I’ll get that again someday… Someday…

I want homemade pancakes and morning kisses. I long for airtight hugs and never letting go. And getting wrapped up in layers of blankets and trying to avoid the inevitable sun rays from seeping into the windows. I want to build forts and I want to be able to pretend again. I want all nighters and sunrise vigilances. I want adventure and spontaneity and trips and journeys and never looking back. I want new and old and comfort. But most importantly, I want a guy who wants the same.