Thomas,

when I hear songs I used to play thinking of you, I don’t feel anything. When I look at the art I used to make, I don’t feel anything. But when I watch movies and He looks at her and professes how he feels, and just looks at her, I feel the sadness of knowing you won’t ever look at me that way, and mean it. Mean it in a way where you actually love me, and I wasn’t just some girl that cheered you up when you were low.

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