Knowing that you hadn’t changed your mind about me, I still persisted because a man would literally be dumb to give up on someone like you.
But before that happens I would have to forget about the words you’ve told me in the past.
Hopeless is dreaming about them every night, while they are dreaming about somebody else.
I just hope that you someday come to terms and be at peace with what could have happened but never did.
You send me a snap, I send you one back. That might be the best we can do.
You thinking about why I could never be your friend, and me wondering why you could never give us a second chance. That’s how our story ends.
I think I still like you and I’m sorry.
The craziest thing about all of this is thinking about how you were the absolute center of my universe.
We could accidentally share kisses and have no one know. We could shroud ourselves in secrecy and create an environment where no pressure exists.
I want to be able to view what we had as part of the millions and millions of insignificant things that happen every day around the world. I want to be able to ignore your texts, and not reply to your emails.