even the stars mourned when you fell | a collection

{love; unrequited}

god, i hate it.

hate how whenever i look at you you're looking at someone else.

hate how you only give me awkward side hugs, but you hug my best friend like your life depends on it.

hate how when you do say hi to me, i feel like your little sister more than anything else.

if only you really knew

then you might understand.

-my traitorous heart //n.h.