It's weird because all of my memories of you and I don't come clearly until midnight. I guess that's why they're called midnight memories. But why they come at midnight I'm not sure. Maybe it's because after everything that happened during the day, I just want to come home and snuggle in your imaginary arms, you telling me that you love me and can't live without me. Or maybe I dream this false reality of us actually being together, both of us cuddled up under a blanket on the couch watching the nothingness that is television, laughing at and with each other as we tell about our day. Or maybe I'm just that pathetic little girl who still hasn't learned to stop chasing after who I can't have, or who doesn't want me. Whatever it is, I can't shake the fact that I think about you all night, dream about you every night, and ignore you during the day. But that's just how my mind functions.
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