Sometimes people thousand of miles away can make you feel better than someone right beside you
PROUD OF HER SMART GIRL
TBH I DON’T GET U TWO
ok this one may not be 50% but STILL
CASUALLY CHECKING HER OUT
Even if you cross my mind, I would always have to doubt you…
“Do you want…to finally…meet…her?” Camila asked, tugging on Lauren’s hand gently.
“Who?” Lauren asked her puzzled.
“Camila,” she replied and Lauren felt her heart skip in her chest and her stomach flutter excitedly at the way her girlfriend had said her own name with pride, like she was going to share someone special and cherished with her, someone she treasured and valued immensely.
“She’s here?” Lauren questioned, fighting with difficulty to prevent the tears that were threatening the corners of her eyes, a sudden sense of overwhelming happiness flooding her at Camila’s intimation.
“She’s here.” Camila agreed and Lauren released what could only be described as both a sob and a laugh in response to the admission.
“Really?” she asked; her voice thick with emotion.
“Yeah,” Camila confirmed.
“I think…she’s been here for…a while…now. I just hadn’t…realised…”
‘I’m lost Lauren…I’ve gone…Camila…she’s gone…she’s fucking gone and I hate myself now…I hate this person…she’s not me…she’s not.’
“She’s not lost any more?” Lauren queried, remembering Camila’s words from the video that she’d sent her from rehabilitation and needing to hear her girlfriend say the words explicitly. “She’s not gone?”
“No…” Camila said sighing, the admission a surprise to herself as well as Lauren. “I’ve found her again.”
“You did?” Lauren asked, her tears running freely down her flushed cheeks now.
“Yes, I did.”
"My Boyfriend, yes my Boyfriend"
"Austin is my Friend, yes my Friend"
Two type of people.
No matter how funny you think Camila is, Lauren thinks she is funnier. Bye Felicia.
Would you rather lick the streets of New York, or lick somebody’s armpit with mayonnaise on it? +
She will cry. She will cry over you like there is no tomorrow, until her throat is raw and her hair a mess. Her screams will echo through the walls and there will be nothing beautiful about it.
She will tear out the pages of her diary that she dedicated to you and swear your name will never again appear on the crisp pages that are so important to her. But two days later the words won’t come and she’ll find herself scrawling your name over and over until the ink blurs and merges with her tears.
She will curse you and curse herself and curse the skies for everything and nothing. There will be days when the sun shines but all she will see is rain and clouds, and days when she won’t see anything at all.
And fuck. She will love you even though her heart is breaking because she gave you a part of herself that you refuse to return.
But know this, she will also learn to forget you, so when she walks by in two months time, laughing and smiling without a care in the world, you will wonder how she slipped through your fingers, and she won’t care.
Not one single bit.