Words My Mouth Cant Say But My Fingers Can Type

His Hoodie.

I still have his hoodie
Its been months but I haven't gotten the chance to give it back
It still smells like him
Despite washing it multiple times it hasn't lost that scent
Ill still look at it and think of him
It was his favourite, why wouldn't it have been, it fitted him so well
All these was' and stills
All I can think about is how I was his girlfriend and I wish I still was

That smell filled my room at one point

Not that I can complain
I got two chances and I ended it both times
I was so sure
So why did I go back the second time
Did I miss him?
Even now that I'm sitting here wrapping my face in his hoodie,
and though I never liked physical affection
I crave now more than ever to have his arms around me again

Do I want another chance?

We have common friends
So common we still keep in contact daily
I hear him talk about other girls to them
Trying to imagine what he would've said about me
I can't get jealous
I made him believe I wouldn't because I lost feelings
But I do get jealous
That's not fair to him

What does he think of me now?

I fucked it up because I was scared. He made me feel like we were serious. We were. And I got scared. Scared that my friends didn't like him. Scared that he would leave. Scared that I would get attached. Scared that I would change. Scared that my life would revolve around him because all I could do is think about him. All I could do is love him. Scared that love wouldn't be what I want it to be. That we wouldn't have been what I wanted us to be.

And I wanted us to be. Now I'm left on the floor wrapped in what's left of you. 

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Hiii thanks for reading. Let me know what you thought because I don't think I'll post again if this sucks.

Sorry it is so short but I hope your day or night is going well <3