“that feeling you get when the person you care for more than anything in the world tells you that you make them happy, and that itself, is enough to make you happy.”
i like sitting at the back of buses and staring into skulls, watching people as they shift and change with the groans and turns of the road. this bus is much like my love for you. as you crumple beneath the harshest of sheets and bloom under the warm haze of a dirty room, i am there watching. your beautiful eyes gaze through my paper skin and into my chipped heart and longingly i wish for three words to escape from your mouth. the flutter of hope is quickly extinguished by a flurry of doubt drifting onto my brain, but there you are. stood in front of my awkward frame and muttering words, quite amusingly, that i grasp between my fingers, thin air living in my cells, full of those three syllables which made me the happiest girl alive.
