The fact that nobody is going to read this makes me want to write it out:
I really liked a boy. I think I still like him. He knows it, he just can't reciprocate it. It's the thing where the saying goes, "I love to be with you, but I can't date you."
I kept running around in circles for the past few months, believe me, I got the closure I wanted with him. The intimacy and those words, still linger. I can feel his touch on me, as if he is touching me rn. I can't express how much I miss it. The problem is, we never even happened, then why the hell, I feel this pain? Maybe, because I kept hoping that we would happen.
It's all over now.
I feel exhausted.
Maybe it happened for good.
But I still think about it, what would have happened if I had jumped into it?