I miss you.
You know, I’m not sure where exactly we kinda fell apart. I miss texting you all the time while telling you about my day. I miss us texting each other like we’re in the 4th grade. I miss it — a lot.
Maybe it’s because we’ve both been busy: me with my job and fixing my car and you with school + finals. I rarely, if ever, get to see you anymore. I have a lot to tell you, but I barely talk to you now.
For the first time — in a long time — I miss someone; I miss you.
I used to read your “good morning” texts every morning. Now I wonder if the simple thought of me crosses your mind.
(Source: avokxb)
“To make a fighter you got to strip ‘em down to bare wood: you can’t just tell ‘em to “forget everything you know”. You got to make ‘em forget it in their bones… make ‘em so tired they only listen to you, only hear your voice, only do what you say and nothing else… show ‘em how to keep their balance and take it away from the other guy… how to generate momentum off your right toe and how to flex your knees when you fire a jab. How to fight backing up, so that the other guy doesn’t want to come after you. Then you gotta show ‘em all over again. Over and over and over… till they think they’re born that way.” - Million Dollar baby.
(Source: biilionaire)
