some nights are so nostalgic. some nights all you can do is sink in to a bed with your best friends and cuddle in front of a fireplace because you’re too scared to be alone. we were the same once, do you remember? there are these pieces of me that are still unashamed. there are parts that are still loud and carefree and hinging on a single moment. but i’m not sorry that this is all that i have now or that we could never overcome the distance. i will never fucking apologize for this, i will never fucking regret you not being here. because at least i can say that i’m alive and maybe i love overwhelmingly until i ache but that’s what makes me feel.
some nights are so nostalgic and driving with the windows down always reminds me of you.
