you know what’s silly?

every little thing. reminds me of you. patient names. birthdays that coincidentally coincide with yours. patient last names. signs on the freeway. every frickin honda civic—red, maroon, silver, light blue. dark colors—it doesn’t even matter.

unsent text messages i used to be braver to send.

and then when i get to hear about other people’s love lives…maybe that’s why i’m so bitter. maybe it’s because i deny the ache in my heart for you so badly.

is it normal to feel afraid that my friends might not like you? shouldn’t all that matters be the fact that i like you?

my heart hurts. stop that.

- pinkfluffyclouds

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