chris. 22. brooklyn. barista. graphic designer. artist. athlete. poet. ftm.
I’m Just Waiting For You To Ask.(via cheywtfffff)
when I tell you I loved her, you need to understand something. I loved her warm smiles and the way she whispered good morning. I loved the way she squeezed my hand and the way she said my name. I loved the way she bit her lip to hide her smile that she did not like, but my god her smile was my sunlight. I loved her with all I had.
but what I did not love was the way that she walked right out of my life. I did not love how she became a stranger. I did not love the way she could talk to every stranger in the world but wasn’t able to muster up a single word to me. I did not love the way she visited me in my dreams, so damn cold and distant. I still don’t love that I wake up and spend each day with her name leaving a mystery in my brain, because I’m too afraid to think— I think I still love her.who are you now (via vaind)