Wandering Mind.

Every man I’ve ever loved has ended up moving at least a thousand miles away from me and so sometimes I wonder if I find security in all the distance. As if the only way I’ll ever truly be loved is from afar.

And so sometimes I wonder if you could love me the way I am, standing from three feet away. Seven days a week, four weeks a month, and 12 months a year, I just wonder if you could still love me.

I wonder.

I wonder if you could love me on the days where I don’t feel like talking and just want to stare out the window and play sad songs for hours.
I wonder if you could love me on the days where I lounge around in my pjs and forget to wash my hair or when I leave the lights on in the bathroom to keep away the nightmares.
I just wonder if you could still love me.

I wonder?

I know I think too much
And I know I say the wrong things more often than I do the right
And I know I doubt
And I know I’m far from perfect
And I know I’m far
But could you still love me?

You could still love me, right?

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11.04.2018 entry

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