"I was shaking inside you know. I was lying there trying to gather the courage like ripe fruit, even though it escaped me. In that moment, I didn’t know the words to make you understand how I ached to kiss you. How your fingers felt on my ribcage, how I hoped you thought I was beautiful and how I would give anything to fall asleep in your arms. If I ever wanted a wolf heart, not this flimsy nervous one, that flies into it’s cage like a mad bird; if I ever wanted to be brave, it would be for that. I guess those secret longings will get lost in couch cushions. Like lose change and crumbs. Never to be found again." 

      — (via wordsthat-speak)