"Every time my phone buzzes I hope it’s you missing me."
-it never is, s. (via mymissingyellowumbrella)
Sometimes I like to imagine a future together with you. A big house, where I cook you dinner, we watch movies and play video games in the living room, have sex on every surface possible, have children, grandchildren, and grow old together. But I never say this out loud because I already sense the distance, and the last thing I want to do is get hurt even more. So I keep the fantasy to myself, and hope maybe if I don’t hold any expectations, wait for you to say “i love you" first, or say my wishes aloud. Maybe, just maybe, it will come true.