FUCK YES I DO.
I HAD A PICTURE MADE FOR ME AND IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER…
— (via highwayofregret)
It’s one of those things that consumes your mind. And since it’s all you think about, it’s all you can talk about. And you want to talk about it all the time, with everyone. And you overthink every gesture, every word. Or worse, each day of silence. And you start to doubt yourself, start to doubt what you felt in the heat of that perfect moment. And even though you’ve convinced yourself that that one perfect moment is all you two will be, you can’t shake the butterflies. The knots in the pit of your stomach cannot be undone. So you keep thinking about it, analyzing it, trying to understand what you did wrong. When the reality is, you have no idea what’s going on in his head. But you have become so accustomed to never being good enough that this is the only thought process you know..