I’ve decided I’m not going to consider ever dating someone again
unless they can make me laugh at three in the morning when I’m curled in a ball on the floor dying,
clutching my wrist as blood wells between my fingers.
If you’re there to touch my face,
Or even if you’re texting me,
And the sound of my phone vibrating is enough to get me off the floor to check to see what you said.
Then I’ll date you,
And give you absolutely everything.
you were the one who saved my life.
But there isn’t anyone like that right now for me,
So it looks like I’ll have to save my own life,
Pull myself off the bathroom floor,
And ultimately fall in love with myself.
Story a Day [Day 25] (via lifeslattes)