no shame november

I should hate your guts after all the shit you put me through. But I don’t. Not at all, not even a little bit. I still just want to make you happy because your sad all the fucking time. I still just want to be yours. I still just want to sit in an empty room and just stare into nothing with you. I loved how we could spend hours talking or hours in silence. I loved how you were like my half, my angel. But i guess god ripped off your wings a long time ago and i never got the fucking memo.

(somethingsjustfallapart)