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Anonymous asked: are you planning to go see 'the beatles: the lost concert' film?

No, I’m sorry. I am not planning on it. 

I want you to be all mine.

I can’t find words to express how I feel towards you. We may be as far apart as the moon is the our Earth. However, I love you none-the-less. I want to hear your voice, feel your touch, smell your unique scent. I want you to be all mine. I want you to see me as yours.

I won’t let anyone look at you the way I do. It’s as if I’ve locked you away in my heart to protect you from anyone who wants to cause you harm.  

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I told him not to go. My body shaking, not wanting to be left alone. 

I wanted him beside me, to hold me. I feel lonely, like a part is empty. The sound of his voice, sends me through a race. I smile when I think of him, even his name. 

But I get shivers when he leaves. I get cold when he says “Goodnight” I want to feel his hands with mine. 
My butterflies continue every moment he speaks, I want it to stay that way. I want him to be with him. I feel lonely without him. I’m sorry I hurt him if I ever did….  

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Just because we don’t talk, it doesn’t mean that I forgot about you.

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‘Gone….over….’

I watched as you walked away slowly. Tears going down my cheeks. My body has gone numb, your words have stabbed my heart. They’re a blur. ‘Gone… over….’ I scream inside my head. You’ve torn out my heart, leaving me breathless. My wings dropped on the ground and dragged. I can’t be happy without you, never. I want to hear your voice, feel your hands interlocked with mind, your arms around me, why can’t I be with you. What did I do wrong? Was I too weird? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry. I still love you, no matter what. 

…It’s no longer reality

I sit and watch as the couple in-front of me laugh and hold hands. I silently remember our memories and how you would hold me like he’s holding her. The soft kisses on her cheek, remind me of your kisses on my neck. I hold my neck slightly, trying to remember the warm tingly feeling. ‘Your caring arms wrapped around my waist, your cold hands rubbing my stomach. I slowly blush and hold them. You’d lean your head on my shoulder as I sat between your leg. Working, reading, anything to try and stop me from kissing you then and there.’ That moment is just a memory, an illusion… it’s no longer reality. 

I really can’t picture anyone at all having a crush on me. I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.

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