Three months wasn’t enough because even with all the bad things, I still called you on your birthday. Just like I promised.
A year wasn’t enough because when they said you were visiting my heart jumped into my throat and when you arrived we picked up right where we left off.
Five years wasn’t enough because every time you talked about her I imagined it was me.
And today on my 18th birthday, I thought about you. And I realized that it still hasn’t been long enough because pictures of her are everywhere and the only thing I’m thinking is “man why can’t I be her.”
I think about her in your bed or in your arms or in you car and I can’t help but wonder if we went back and I didn’t have to move, would that be me?
And right now I’m wondering if you’ve ever thought that yourself or if you ever even think about me because every time I pick up a basketball, love, I hear your laugh and I see your face and I’m begging to be taken back to when it seemed like it was us against the world.
and it is the most important line ever spoken in the history of our series
if you don’t reblog this i am judging you
this is the very essence of our fandomit is our originsso reblog now
This was also the first FEEL
I’ve been alive for 18 years and I still don’t think that “thank you” is the correct response to “happy birthday”