to you,

i wish i could explain to you how badly i want to not go on your tumblr. but i can't. i can't because i need to know, like i need to breathe, how you're doing. something always brings me back to "el amor es una medusa" because i need to have an idea of how you are doing. i wish i didn't. a lot of times i wish i didn't give a shit, but i do. i give a shit. i care about you like i care about omar. and omar hasn't hurt me the way you've hurt me. i feel as if you have my heart squeezed in your fists and it can't get out. i don't know what's going on, all i know is what i read online. i hope someone wraps you up tightly in a blanket and let's you know they love you. i hope whatever hurts or is bothering you stops. i wish nothing but good things for you. even if you don't believe me, i do. and i hope you're warm and your house smells like cupcakes.

with unconditional love for you always,

aidee.