Stuck In Your Own Head

#14

Dear Diary
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In the end. You tend to think about the beginning.
From the moment you first met.
To the time you were mad about nothing.
When I first met him.
It felt like Janurary 5th.
Not the same reaction as New Years. Nor is it the day after.
Its kinda the feeling of something new and exciting.
He kept a smile on my face.
And then left.
Now hes back and I dont know.
Its just...
Different.
I think i need to just let him go.
But i cant.
Hes always there.
I really want to let go but every time I make up my mind to leave.
That smile.
Those eyes.
His words.
Pull my ass right back.
I dont want there to be an end.
But you give me no other choice.