I wish for these to be the last words I write for you. I cannot go on like this. This heart is not strong enough.
I'm already losing grip and I don’t know how long I can control these tears that threaten to flow. To break me now, your smile is all it takes.
I thought I was prepared. I thought I could forget. I thought this was a passing fancy but now I can’t look at anyone else but you.
Oh fuck. I’ve started crying.
The things I’ve been doing for you have done me more bad than good and yet I don’t regret them at all. Though it may not be true, I like to think that they’ve perhaps brought us closer.
I feel like I’m going insane sometimes. Why do I cry and cry for what is soon becoming a lost cause? I mean, I missed my chance. And I won’t get it back.
And you don’t even see me.
And you couldn’t be less bothered about this.
And you tell me about things you like and I’m not one of ‘em.
But I just wish you would read this and understand in this wonderful moment of wild recognition that you mean so fucking much to me.
I want to take care of you and be the one who knows you best and not be afraid of holding your hand in front of everyone else.
I bet my bank account that this will not be the last words I write for you. In fact, my next post is probably still going to be about you.
Now, I just need to wait for these flashbacks to stop. Too many things remind me of you.
It’s going to be a very long night :(
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