"At 3 AM when my mind wanders I think of you. Not that it has to wander for that to happen, because I think of you all the time. Every moment of every day I think of you. It's just a matter of if I am preoccupied with something else or not that makes you creep into the front of my brain.
At 3 AM though, that's where my mind always goes. I think of you, and how we aren't together, and how we will never be, and then I look at pictures. Of you, of us, of you two together. Of how I have to smile and act like I'm fine with seeing you with someone else because that's who I have to be with you. Fake. I have to be fake in order to not let you see how I hurt. Of how at 3 AM I want to go to the middle of nowhere, and just scream. Let everything out so I don't blow up one day in front of you. But I can't do that. So instead I cry. I cry and wish I could call you mine. I cry as if you once were mine, but in reality I have only ever wanted you to be.
I hurt for you. And at 3 AM I wish you would hurt for me too."
- Excerpts Of Stories I Could Never #11
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