I wanted to tell you about the time when I was six and my teacher asked how I was one a scale of one to ten and I said green because feelings are much more colours than numbers.
I wanted to tell you about the time I was fourteen and out walking and a dog starting following next to me and I felt so un-alone I walked for hours just to stay with him
I wanted to tell you about the time when I was eighteen and my grandmother who hadn’t seen me for four years opened the door and started crying because I looked like my long dead grandfather.
I wanted to tell you about when I was 20 and a girl in a bar told me she loved the taste of scotch off someone else’s lips.
I wanted to tell you about when I was 21 and you slept over and my wind chimes kept waking you up so I sneaked outside and threw them on the ground.
I wanted to tell you about when I was 23 and spending two days alone overseas because I wanted to have an adventure instead of wanting to come back with stories. And how I drove around alone and sat in cafes and on beaches. And at the end of the second day I went to the bar and talked to a bartender. And after two days of speaking to people who could only half speak back I realised words don’t matter and words are everything.
And now I can’t tell you that your color is definitely peach sky just at sunrise. And like that dog I’d walk along next to you just because I could. And seeing you again I understand better why my grandmother was crying. And that kissing you was better than scotch off any lips. And like my windchimes I destroyed myself because I hurt you.
And how it’s like I’ve spent those days alone overseas and then you’ve wandered into that bar and spoken to me natively which is just everything." - I wanted to tell you (via chaosoftroubles)