(via fuckyeahdirectors)
When you make it to your driveway,
Will you call to let me know that you’re ok?
And when you make it to your bedroom,
Do you collapse on your bed right away?
Or do you lay and think about how fucking lonely you’ve become?
(Source: boneriver, via nevergreens)
I don’t think there’s a word, at least, in the English language, that can appropriately describe the gradual clarity that I began to feel upon meeting “that alexis chick”. I can be a very selfish person. Probably the most selfish I know, but I found myself sucked into her world and losing myself all together. She’s absolutely addictive and intoxicating. The way she made my world all about her was so pervasive and lovely at the same time. I welcomed her. I went from enjoying a fruitful friendship with her to sweating with desire for her and everything she is. I saw something so gorgeous in her and it made me drunk with infatuation and I pursued her like crazy just as any 16 year old boy would. It was like a dream. However, that still doesn’t answer your question. I suppose I’m in love with her because it wasn’t a dream at all. Everything I felt and everything she felt was complete reality. Our feelings and sentiments never faded. To this day. She is everything I could ever ask for and more.