Lunch with my family was nice. I couldn’t stop laughing. :)

It was raining but it was starting to stop and the sky was pink and you were talking and laughing about that one time and I was smiling and nodding and talking about this other time when we were both just talking and talking and we weren’t listening, and she saw us talking and laughing and smiling and nodding but not listening and she walked over and she listened to you talking and laughing and she looked at me smiling and talking and she saw the fireflies in your eyes and heard the lilt of your voice but I loved talking and talking to you even if you weren’t listening but she wanted to listen and so she did and you noticed her listening to us talking and laughing and nodding and we were still laughing and talking until the sky turned dark purple and she was still listening except for that one last second when she put her hands on your face and kissed you for a long time so you stopped talking and laughing and I stopped talking and laughing and started listening but this time there was no one to listen to.

Go on, try to change me.

I’ll be laughing in your face

As I watch you fail.

I don’t know if you remember, but tomorrow will be exactly two years since we first met. It was a friday, I think.

You had longish black hair and an impish smile and called me “Miss” and… well, you know.

I always knew you were something, you had the makings of dynamite and sunshine mixed together. Like the air around you was charged with electricity.

I know you remember the day we met just as clearly (maybe even more clearly) as I do —I mean, we’ve laughed about it often enough, how you said you wanted to ask me out but didn’t, and how I would’ve said yes but you didn’t ask me— but I don’t know whether you remember the date or not. :) I do.

And amazingly enough, we’ve been close friends not long after that! I mean, well, yeah. 

But lately you’ve been out of touch and I know maybe you’re just busy with college and maybe you’re spending all your time with your friends and your girlfriend but yeah. I just miss you.

HAPPY TWO YEARS SINCE WE MET! 

Hope you call me up soon. I miss that. 

I hate you so much right now. I texted you that I miss you. A lot. 

And you didn’t reply.

And. You. Didn’t. Reply.

I mean, I know it’s possible that you don’t have load right now, but couldn’t you have used a friend’s phone to at least let me know?

I’d like to think it’s because you have a girlfriend now but honestly you still texted me when you were first going out with her.

I miss the days when we texted everyday and every night and you called me at midnight and we talked for hours and we just laughed or maybe just listened to each another breathing. And I miss the days when you told me you loved me and that I was cute and funny and that you wished I was with you.

I. Miss. You.

I’m trying not to hate her because, seriously, I have no right to hate her, but if you keep this up I won’t be liable for anything I do.

I miss you.

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Jeremy is one of my favourite tumblr people ever oh my god i think I laugh at about 90% of the stuff he posts

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