Don’t you fucking dare tell me that I’m perfect if I’m not good enough to make you want to stay.
I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand.
Maybe a relationship is just two idiots who don’t know a damn thing except the fact that they’re willing to figure it out together.
She’s the type of girl that can be so hurt but can still look at you and smile