I've practically given up at this point. Talking to you that is. You never answer my texts or even make an effort to continue our conversations when you do.
Yet my mind always wanders towards thoughts of you. I'm always thinking about what you're up to, and thinking about your smile. I always have these I guess, fantasies in my head. Not sexual, but just moments that you and I share. It could be us sitting on your basement couch and you lean over and kiss my forehead. Just to show me you care.
It's these little yet sweet things that break me down everyday, and tear me apart. Even after all this pain I still think about you everyday, and wonder if you'll ever think of me, too.
Why do I keep doing this to myself? It's like I'm an addict, never wanting to let go, yet knowing that it's best.
Someday I'll be better, and I'll have moved on. I'll have my own family and my life will be fine. And maybe I'll stumble upon an old photo of us. And smile. Smile because I know the time we shared was incredible. No, we were never together, but it doesn't change the fact that I enjoyed every single moment I shared with you.
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RandomThis is complete trash why are you reading this stop Really depressing and sad. Just shit that comes to my mind, don't expect much tho. It'll probably just be garbage
