You broke my heart on a Friday night.
Something about the way you were looking at her while holding my hand made me feel like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.
When I asked you if you thought she was pretty you snapped back,”why are you so paranoid?”
I stayed quiet the rest of the night.
That Friday night you slept over and when I kept telling you I loved you, you’d simply reply with “i know.”
But telling me you know doesn’t mean you love me back.
I believed you when you told me you loved me and I believed you’d never leave me, but then I saw you holding her hand at the pier watching the sunset the next Friday when you were supposed to be babysitting your little brother. And I guess thats why I’m so damn paranoid.
-Friday night broke my heart (via tbhalone)
It’s funny, when I think about this exact time last year. Things were so different. I never would have thought that things could change so much in only a year. I wonder what next October will be like.
(Source: thelovewhisperer, via sca-rlet)