I hate being so god damn fucking insecure. Going up to the school you’re about to go to tomorrow and visiting the town with you and seeing your apartment and everything just made me go crazy because all I can think is how you’ll be around so many new girls and prettier girls and skinnier girls and girls that are way better than I am. We literally just had this talk like two days ago and now you haven’t texted me back in like an hour when you usually instantly reply and I can’t stop sitting here thinking the worst and jump to the absolute worst conclusions. Like fuck. I know you love me and I know you care about me and I trust you and I know you wouldn’t cheat on me/leave me but I just can’t help but think those thoughts. I’m just too damn insecure. And I turn myself into a complete wreck by overthinking.　

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

(Source: timorleste, via mango-milkshakes)

I miss getting flowers for no reason at all.

My biggest fear is that one day you’ll stop loving me. Not that you’ll cheat on me, or fighting, or anything else because all of those things can be fixed or looked over. But to stop loving me is my biggest fear because that can’t be looked over or fixed. That’s just the end. And there wouldn’t be anything I could do about it. I’d have to just go on with my life miserable without you, knowing you don’t love me back and that is my worst fear.