you keep putting yourself down saying heartbreaking stuff, saying
you’d never find love. if only you’d open your eyes to realise you’ve got two girls who like you. one innocent girl who doesn’t know how to translate her feelings into words. and one traumatised girl who knows which girl it is you like and it’s not her. you’re unknowingly breaking my heart by hating yourself jordan, and you don’t even know it. i want nothing more than to be there for you, to be able to play with your hair to calm you down when you’re upset, to be able to look into your eyes and tell you it’ll be okay, to look at you and to find you looking back at me instead of her..
