Image from the Yohji Yamamato F/W 1999 Lookbook photographed by Craig McDean.
I adore you. I’m absolutely infatuated with you. I’m in love with you. When I see you, I hold my breath for as long as I can because I know as soon as I see you, I become breathless.
I’m so mad about you, it’s making me mad. I can feel the little motors in my head jittering, perceiving your lack of romance as hesitation. That brings me down, way down. I don’t just become breathless, I become senseless and this reality we live in is non-existent. I feel hopeless, lost, and scared because the only person that has helped me see the light through layers of darkness doesn’t reciprocate the sentiments I bare.
Little things might not matter to you, but they mean the world to me. I’m a hopeless romantic that has fallen for a heart and home broken soul who deep inside knows how to love but restrains it for his own insecurities.
Love is so fucking stupid because all it ever does is break your heart even more and ruin your life.