i hate
that you mean enough to me that you can produce hate in me. you don’t deserve even that.
that you mean enough to me that you can produce hate in me. you don’t deserve even that.
arguing with you about what music is best and passing the ipod back and forth and feeling your fingers graze mine over and over and over.
that today when the rain started pouring and the sky flashed, we both turned and grinned at each other and said i love thunderstorms at exactly the same time and then we leaned out the window together to catch the rain on our fingers.
when my sister’s ex boyfriend showed me how to bike with no handle bars on the beach and we argued over which flavor of salt water taffy tastes best.