I can’t give up on you, okay? I couldn’t tell you why, I don’t even know myself.

But I think I’m attached to you in this really weird way, like our paths were meant to cross and continue side by side for however long they need to.

And it feels like the universe keeps telling me to wait a little more, like it’s saying that one day soon, something will happen, that we will happen, and I really hope this is the case.

But please, please hurry up. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. Waiting for you is the most excruciatingly difficult thing I’ve ever had to do.

excerpt from a book i’ll never write #90 // hoping i’m not waiting on an empty promise (via a-laa-mode)