Every time I think of you I think about a sharing our taste in music and bond over MCR. I remember “buying” matching purses in 5th grade and knowing that we were the bees knees. I drive by your house almost daily and I think about how no matter who lives there, to me, that will always be your house. You and your dad gave me a ride home one day and I still think about that day a lot. Your generosity and your idiosyncrasies helped shape me into who I am today because you allowed me to be myself. You’re still a well-read, fun-loving, kind-hearted person. I catch glimpses of your life here and there and although I may not know who you see yourself as these days, I hope that who it is you see knows that you’re beyond special.
if you cant handle me at my worst then leave because i dont have a best im always awful