User:Danny/♥

Nothing says, "I miss you," quite like standing out on that rain-drenched balcony with the last pull of a cigarette. I can't tell you how many rainy nights I've counted since I last kissed those ruby lips, but I can assure you that each one's only left me loving you more, and more, and more and more.

When I was growing up, all I wanted was to have more money than I could imagine so I could buy whatever I wanted. As I've gotten older, that's only become more true. Oddly enough, I've noticed that I keep telling myself that when I was younger I only wanted to have a simple house with sun-bleached siding and a pretty girl to call my own. It could be that I'm just remembering things wrong - maybe that really is all I ever wanted back then. It could be that that's what I really want deep down. If you ask me, though, I think it's just me giving myself another reason to hate the man I've become.

I don't mind wasting my life away with you because you don't mind that I worry that we're wasting our lives away. In fact, that's why I love you and why I'll never, ever stop.

I'm not really sure why you stick around, and I'm damn well not sure how we haven't killed each other by now, but I like you because, well, you make me feel like I'm not an absolute piece of shit. In a world made to make us all feel like tiny, worthless pieces of shit, that means a lot. So, really, thanks for not telling me to fuck off just yet.