Manage me, I'm a mess.

This blog has no purpose.
There has never been anything truer for me than this right here about you.
It’s been over a month, and I’ve been a mess.
You’ve been gone for a while now, and I know you’ll be happy to see me, but we haven’t kept in touch because you haven’t been home and work is keeping you away.
I’m giving you your space until I get to see you in person, which is why I haven’t said anything lately. I don’t want to be one of those girls. I’m trying my hardest.
Three more weeks and then I will see your face again and wrap my arms around your skinny frame. I don’t want to let go this time. I miss you too much.
I hope it’s better this time around.

There has never been anything truer for me than this right here about you.

It’s been over a month, and I’ve been a mess.

You’ve been gone for a while now, and I know you’ll be happy to see me, but we haven’t kept in touch because you haven’t been home and work is keeping you away.

I’m giving you your space until I get to see you in person, which is why I haven’t said anything lately. I don’t want to be one of those girls. I’m trying my hardest.

Three more weeks and then I will see your face again and wrap my arms around your skinny frame. I don’t want to let go this time. I miss you too much.

I hope it’s better this time around.

(Source: -theperfectmistake, via colourandcity)