PRESENT;
"Don't you get that you're all I fucking think about? That you're constantly on my mind. The simple thought of you makes me smile like an idiot and cry oceans. and everyone knows I'm in over my head with you. But it's okay because I can accept it. And even though you can't remember anything that night... I can, it's all I've thought about for the past two weeks, it probably makes me pretty pathetic, and even makes me more pathetic to think I'm in fucking love with you...yeah I said it...I'm in love with you, or in love with who I thought was the real you! I gave 100% of myself to you but you just gave me nothing. You gave me drunk, not thinking clearly, high, Harry. So I can't just forget something like that and I know it wasn't supposed to be this way, it was supposed to be meaningless and I'm sorry that I'm stupid enough to make it mean something. But if I'm pathetic because I remember everything and still care about you knowing you will never care about me then I don't even know why I try"
