keeping busy

longest week of my life. girlfriend decides to break up with me twice! in less than 24 hrs...

but hey! i love a girl thats got some spontaneity in her blood

chills my bones.. in every sense

break ups are strange in that the effect hits hardest right in that moment

and with subtleties as the days go by and you notice the absences of scents and contact
and the lens you saw through for however long your relationship endured.

and you remember the first moments, the last and all the in betweens.

i remember a call i received while in new york winter break, running around brooklyn, it was freezing but i never felt warmer.

remember laying in my bed in providence and feeling like our lips were attached and without them id lose myself

remember a night out in cambridge indian food froyo and strange sidewalks with dead ends but i could feel we were going somewhere no bostonian could take me to with any map.

remember the feeling of finding you in random places on campus and feeling my heart swell and tongue dissapear, smile because your lips moved on their own.

youve moved me in ways i can never explain

in ways no one has

and even though youve asked to have it all back it scares me how easily you can take it all away.

i dont care about labels and never have, i care that the love of my life loves me back and ive been terrified of manipulation.

theres no label that can secure your love to me, as long as i still feel the way i do, and know that you feel it too, we will be good.



so...so good.