(Source: fuckyeahsummerr)
Sometimes I like you a lot, sometimes I just like you. Sometimes I think I’ll get over you in a week, sometimes I don’t mind liking you. Sometimes I just want to hit you with a rock and ask you what the heck do you think you’re doing. But most of the time, I just sit back and enjoy the feelings that you give me and save some of them up for rainy day when I’m down, because every time I think about you, I smile.
It doesn’t make sense to let go of something you’ve had for so long. But it also doesn’t make sense to hold on when there’s nothing there.