at first i didn't like you. just another fuckboy. Even tho every time you looked at me i felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. I tried to avoid you but i guess i kept on coming back. You're sweet sometimes. a goof, just like me. i remember when you used to pick me up. i remember our little escapes from reality. i remember the small things. when you were here i felt like all these photographs just floating with future memories. but. they fell down and you crushed them. i don't get it. you made me feel so happy and now you're responsible for the tears rushing down my face. i loved the way you looked at me, but knew that the way you looked at her was deeper. you saw all her flaws as even more beauty. i feel so foolish thinking that you looked at me the same way. that i had a small chance. she won't look at you but you can't stop looking at her. you don't look at me anymore. you don't pick me up anymore and reality is getting to me. i hate that i love you. i hate her for being perfect for you. I'm the one who cut you off. now you goof around with her. i avoid you because i can't look at you anymore. but sometimes i catch myself doing so..
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