Honestly, I miss you. I know we didn’t talk for long, but it was long enough for me to fall for you, and you screw me over. Even with that, I still miss talking to you. I miss how cute you made me feel. You gave me these butterflies, which I loved, and haven’t felt since. It’s like honestly, you were the last person I allowed myself to fall for. You were what changed me, im pretty positive. Changed me from allowing people to “lead me on,” and allowing myself to fall for guys’ bullshit. Cause after you, I stopped. Every time someone would flirt with me, or tell me something, I wouldn’t allow myself to believe them, I’d lead them on, flirt with them, and nothing would happen, cause I needed to be that player, so I wouldn’t get played myself. So I thank you and hate you and miss you. You were so cute, and when I finally got to hang out with you, you made me feel something..cute. With the way you held me, and talked to me, and looked at me, it kills me to think that after all that, you had a girlfriend the entire time. It KILLS me that you could be as heartless as in not telling me you were still with her. Even worse, it kills me that you allowed yourself to kiss me. You always told me how you needed me, well boy, you proved yourself to be the same as every other one... You didn’t need me. You lied. Like them all. Even though im over it now, because it’s been quite awhile since we’ve talked, I’ve often wondered if we could have made something outta what we “had.”
Signed,
Pathetic lover.
call me stupid for writing this, but i had to get it out. and no its not as serious as some things, but even this small thing can affect the way i think.
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