i’m starting to hate familiarity.

i hate being one of those girls that disect a text message. but getting down right to it, he texted me. that’s not much, but it’s enough.

i need someone who believes in fairy tales. and i don’t mean Disney fairy tales. i mean falling in love blissfully, happily ever after fairy tales. my parents had it, and i of course i want it. i’m not being naive. i’m just choosing to believe.

and i’m scared that you are that guy.

i hate that writing this opens up that possibility even more. no. i will not get in touch with you anymore. if i am telling my friends to practice some self-control, i will too. 

that’s it. for now. for us.

Go on just say it, 
You need me like a bad habit.