You still occupy my thoughts. I honestly should have been over you years ago, but every time I feel like I'm okay, you come back drawing me in again. I just lay in bed at night thinking. Mostly of you. Thinking about how things could have worked. Thinking about how much I cared and you didn't. Thinking about why I was blaming myself when it was more your fault than mine. You frustrate me yet make me miss you more than anything. I don't know what I did to deserve this at all.
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Lovesick
Short StoryHurtful memories and painful talks {I'm terrible at descriptions please just read this}
