(via augustgamboa)
It’s an addiction, it is what they say. Poison pulsing sweetly through your veins, beating through your heart. You feel as if a single day without him may crush you. And yet, you survive.
Sometimes I find myself wanting to run, something like this is so foreign to me its frightening. Then I remember your smile, or I hear your voice again and I know I couldn’t do such a thing. It’d hurt me equally as it would you, and truly, wheres the fairness in that?
