I miss the way you blew smoke out of your mouth. I miss the way I could smell your cologne from outside your room. I miss the way your hands felt resting on my sides.
But do you miss me? I don't think so. The more I think about it, you never put effort to see me. And I've thought about this before, but right now I'm really really thinking about it.
You call your friends for hours, maybe because your all alone in your room. But you put in the effort. You put in the time to talk to them. And sometimes I think maybe it's because they are your home friends. But then again you literally do that with people on the internet you have never met in your life.
I guess I currently stand in the friend zone. But I'm sure there's a better category. Probably would find myself able to fit in the distant distant neighbor ex relations category. I think it would probably be labeled stranger.
What the fuck am I writing at this point. Your a hater and I'm fuming.
Your a slut for real.
Like what the fuck.
You bastard fucker.
YOU ARE READING
A final goodbye
Romancethis is a record of some of my conflicting feelings I've been having about this guy I have been a little too into. ill update if I continue to have interactions after I already stopped talking to him. my unspoken failed rizz.
