twenty-one june
one : thirty-four (a.m. eep.)

he..wants what i want.

"i keep thinking about laying under this midnight purple sky, speckled with stars. just, laying there, on top of a big hill, in the grass, with an autumn wind. and i wish you were there with me."

and he said it with a little tremble in his voice. like he was afraid. and he was. and he is.

"i'm afraid of losing you. i'm afraid of being alone."

so am i.