Today, I decided to start taking care of my flowers after a long time. Because they are not the reason you left. And they don’t deserve to be treated badly just because of that. After some time, i realized that flowers are only a metaphore for people in my life… Those people who never left.

Last time i was happy was when you were mine.

eluting:

honestly the ideal date would be eating takeout Chinese in our pjs while watching Netflix and you play with my hair

(Source: wispygirl, via nice-wig-janis)

Don’t you think that i don’t want to talk to you. I am only afraid that i would start crying instead of just saying “hello.”