i remember when you got your bucket hat, the one that said sad boi hours on it. i remember how happy i was to see that you were genuinely interested in our conversations, and how we constantly talked about sadboihrs. the hardest part of not talking anymore, is that i might never know if you felt something for me. i had feelings for you, i wish i could tell you that now. you still slide up on my story sometimes, but only when i mention him. you tease me about how soft for him i am. i thought you were jealous for awhile, but it's just the best friend complex that remains within you. apart of me still wishes that you have feelings for me. it would be complicated n all. i would lose all of my friends. i think i would be okay with that. idk. we'll never know.
love,
brm
YOU ARE READING
notes to the people i once loved.
Romanceevery chapter is about someone specifically that i have loved, or have wanted to love. this is just a place for me to release what are hopefully my last thoughts on the people i miss.
