I love late night talks.
What I mean is real conversations, that last for hours and hours that is ongoing until you both fall asleep. Usually, one person gets sleepy before the other and starts talking non-sense. hahaha, then I just love making fun of the other person. Yeah, I just love them. You talk about your day, what stressed you out, or just cute people you saw today. It just feels good to have a legit conversation with someone, especially if its with someone you really care about.
Having someone to talk to every night is actually kind of nice.
Staying up late talking about pointless things in life and laughing about the most random things. Struggling to stay up late but not letting them know how tired you are just to stay on the phone with them, until eventually one of you falls asleep. Just the feeling of having company and having someone to share your late night thoughts with. These conversations are the most unforgettable.
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Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true,…
run back to those to hurt us, hold on to people we should let go of, argue over the stupidest things, be jealous of people who don’t even belong to us, give chances to people who don’t deserve it, trust the people who lie to us, pay attention to people who love to ignore us, push away the people who want to remain close with us, drift away from people who are attached to us, reject the people who admire us, choose to be with someone who have bad intentions with us.
I don’t have a fear of commitment.
I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw things up. I screw things up, especially with people I love. I get needy, I get moody, I get distant, I want to be close, I get confused. I don’t understand all of it, but I keep pushing because I hope this thing, this universe, there’s no way that I’m the only person out there who wants something this bad, if I want it, someone else out there must too.
I get so happy every time you talk to me.
But then I realize it really doesn’t matter because you’re not putting effort into this conversation anyway. And you know what sucks? It’s when you find out that the people you like, end up not giving you the time of day. But the people you actually don’t have feelings for are the ones who’s giving you all the attention and time.