so we count calories + watch our bank balance drop + count the time between replies + calculate mortgage repayments = maths is shit.

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Ablution

chairetos:

I’m sorry for everything I said. I love your early mornings, because you would kiss me goodbye in the street and then I felt real to you. I’m sorry for acting like I’m fucking crazy, but you made me feel so wonderful. Not in a selfish way, it’s just that I would forget myself and my life and just be with you while at the same time be so myself that it felt like my life didn’t matter because I was there. I’m sorry that my wording is terrible, because if it wasn’t, maybe you’d still be here. I’m sorry I forgot to thank you for absolutely everything. I’m sorry I can’t tell you this because of all of the above. I’m sorry that this is how I feel after such a short time, but I love your window and the way that you kissed me while I sat on its sill. I love that we smoked and laughed together about the silliest of things. I will never look at scaffolding the same way again, nor the town that we were in nor its streets that we walked so carelessly under the sun and the rain. I loved waking up and lying silently in your arms. I wish we had stayed there. Most of all I’m sorry that I didn’t appreciate every fucking second that I was with you because I was so at peace in each and every one of them.

As true as the day I wrote it. Nothing has changed.

(Source: chairetos-blog)