On my 18th birthday I doused my insides with drugs and alcohol until I couldn’t walk or talk in order to distract myself from your absence. But as soon as I got on the train home, I cried because it was 4am and I was on 14th Street… The exact same time and place we met except this time I was alone. The day you left me, I found myself naked in some rapper’s hotel room. I was on the verge of ruining my life and leaving NYC was the only thing that saved me. I surrounded myself with all these famous people and tattoo artists but none of them ever came close what you were. I wish you could remember how you stared at me when you first saw me… The things you told me. Sometimes I wonder if it was the cocaine that started what we had. All I know is that it’s been 4 months and I still miss you to death. I think about you everyday and my love for you continues to grow.
I woke up to the most beautiful sight of his bright blue eyes this morning… Last night he told me that when he first saw me, he didn’t think I’d be interested in him so he kept a distance but he doesn’t realize how many girls would kill to be in his presence. Even when he treats me like shit, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.