For Love.

Why would I want to be there for someone whom consistently reminds me of how much I don’t matter?

Love isn’t real.

I’m so angry and confused.

I love you so much, Grandpa. Rest in Peace. I miss you already.

I miss you.

i miss your smell. I miss your hair. I miss your laugh. I miss the way you said my name when you were in love with me. I miss the veins in your arms. I miss how soft your skin is. I miss your long eyelashes. I miss the smell of cigarettes on your breath. I miss your cuddles. I miss the way you meowed at me. I miss your evil grasshopper dance. I miss your hugs. I miss you so fucking much. I’m sorry for continuously being an idiot. I love you. I love you more than anything in this world.