maybe if you weren't so stubborn you would see how i don't love you anymore.
you've never been in real love so i'll give you a pass this time.
you're under the impression that i've been infatuated with you this whole time, i haven't.
you were supposed to be in two weeks. that meaning i was supposed to be dead.
pretending isn't fun.
it hurts everyone involved.
i've started fantasizing over others, people who usually wouldn't really catch my eye.
i've never met him but i can feel his hand on the base of my neck, the other with a fistful of my hair.
stop.
it's time we ended.
three detailed letters and a phone call.
it took you so long to understand what was happening.
i'm not even sorry.
