“You said I killed you, haunt me, then. Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this darkness alone where I cannot find you.” —Wuthering Heights (1939)
I hate when my mom asks about old friends.
“Why aren’t you hanging with _______ anymore?”
and I’m just like
“She became a whore.”
35539.) My secret is that I love you. I'm madly in love with you and you have no idea. Do I not make it obvious enough? I'm always trying to make it to where you'll guess so I don't have to tell you. But, you don't see it, or don't want to see it, I suppose. Point is, I'm madly fucking in love with you in every sense of the word. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, just you and I forever and ever. I love you.