but dreams don’t mean a thing because you loved me in my sleep and when I saw you two days later you looked at me like you were never mine
Long distance relationships have their own sense of beauty. That someone can wait days, months, or even years for someone they love who are miles or oceans away. That someone can fall deeply in love with someone and love all the moments that are shared. It doesn’t matter if someone is miles or oceans away; being loved by someone’s fullest is something so beautiful and raw.
His face looked so scornful, so savage, and finally, gloriously, ugly. Not cute at all, just an ugly scornful boy face. I hadn’t felt such disgust for a boy since the early days, when they’d tease girls on the playground, kicking us and throwing gravel and raising their voices in high screechy mockery. ‘They do that because they like you,’ all the adults said, grinning like pumpkins. We believed them, back then. Back then we thought it was true, and we were drawn toward all that meanness because it meant we were special, let them kick us, let them like us. We liked them back. But now it was turning out our first instincts were right. Boys weren’t mean because they liked you; it was because they were mean.