i just want to interlace our fingers, listen to each other's breathing in a dead night, and just— talk. i want you to take the initiative, and light our hearts aflame— that they'd never stop burning for each other. i want you to text me first, i want you to be there and fight for me when noone else has the courage to.
just now, i kept looking back at your posts. are you not bothered by everything that happened? don't you miss the days we were so young and in love? did you throw away half of my heart that i gave to you?
you seem happy, and it makes me so furious. because i never really made an impact to your life, and i realized, your words meant nothing. they were black lies;
“i think you're prettier than everyone else here,” please—