"I mean I literally loved him with everything. Fucking everything. Every single scar every single stupid thing he did. Every single tear he shed. Every single fucking bone in his body. I loved his shitty parts and my God were they shitty. I still love his shitty parts. I mean I loved his stupid laugh and his stupid glimmer in his eyes when he looked at me and the way he’d turn red when he’d get mad at me. I loved how he had to fucking write down every thing he thought was inspiring. I fucking loved how he he he just existed."
I can’t have sex if I don’t love them and my God I love him
from: texts I sent to a friend