A Genuine Question: Is It Possible To Have A Crush On A Song?? Like Not Actually Having A Crush On The

I felt her words crawl upon my skin. Slowly. Deliberately. Time felt still as they pried open my chest and laid siege to my heart. Without a single touch, I was made to love her. Only her. ~ B.T.

"What's on your mind?"

Me: WAs I eVeR dAnCing wiTh aN AndrOid nAmed LUpé???

Oh, to be a bunny in a field of flowers with no responsibility and no problems🌸

"I would do anything for you"

Yeah well I only asked for simple things, and you couldn't do that. At the end of the day I didn't really want all the grand gestures, I wanted to feel safe, I wanted intimacy.

It's ok, we're just not the same.

"What would Jesus do?"

No, what would Sabrina do?

What comes forth from your dark well of hidden dreams?

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

I miss you. I miss the feel of your hair through my fingers and the way you'd sigh and relax into my touch. I miss the random song quotes that are always somehow absolutely perfect for the situation. I miss when you'd laugh like a child. I miss calling you at midnight. I miss how your voice would soften up, just for me. I miss when you'd hug me, then hug me tighter. Like nothing in the world could take me away. Why'd you let me go away? I miss you. Whyd you say those hurtful things to me? Why do you never understand. I love you, and I know you love me. But why are we always mismatched puzzle pieces?

I hate that I'm hurting you. I hate the thought of you lying in someone else's lap. But I can't be there for you like I want to because it will rip me apart.

I don't want anyone else to touch me. Their fingers feel clammy on my skin. And when I see brown eyes in sunlight all I think about is you. How could I kiss someone with your name on my lips? That would be a crime. And yet I want someone to press my body against a wall and cover up your fingerprints with theirs and kiss me so hard I forget everything about kissing you and remember everything about myself. I want to remember how to move toward someone else's warmth. I want to learn how to love you from a distance. How to say "happy birthday." Not "get in your car and come back to me."

I want to see your new girl and be happy for you. I want you to get a new girl. I want you to let me go. Even though it hurts. I want you to be happy without me. Even though that's sort of a lie. I want you to come pick me up and take me home. I want you to mark me and call me yours and tuck me in and sleep on my chest with my fingers in your hair. I want you to sigh and relax into my touch.

But we are still mismatched puzzle pieces.

*starts sobbing profusely*

L. A. Johnson, from "Birthmark"

Me^

Carl Frederik Sørensen (Danish, 1818–1879), "Danish Ships in Rough Seas" (details), 1877