I want to wake up and smell the cold forest air, I want to feel the soft moss under my bare feet as I sip tea. I don’t want to worry about what time it is or whats going to happen next. I just want to be.
“I don’t even get upset anymore because I’m at the point where I’ve just stopped caring. And that’s something that should scare you. See, you can keep doing the same things over and over and eventually it will stop hurting me but only because I will have become numb to it.. only because I will have become numb to you. The only thing you’re really doing is helping me to fall out of love with you.”— things they’ll have to learn the hard way
After 6 years…
