Thinking of you right now. My chest has that weird slightly achy feeling again.

I miss you.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll finally work up the guts to text you. I really want to talk to you- even if it is just over text- but don’t want to come off as weird or desperate if I initiate. Aaaaaa overthinking.

I'm struggling to forget what you can't even remember

You were in my dream last night. I don't remember if we were working or just hanging out, but I was grateful to spend time with you again.

It was hard to get a word in; you talked and talked and talked, but that's okay. I was content just listening to you. I could listen to you talk forever.

I miss you.

I am the author of my own heartbreaks. I write each line, elaborate each story, I even read them to an audience. The tiny details and the grander schemes are just reels of film that I conjured up, playing over and over in my head. I could watch them all day. I would take notes on how to rewrite each scene so that these pieces of my imagination would recieve a higher rating, a louder applause. But I am now realizing, that I am my only audience, and my only critic.

a part of me wants you to realize we’re meant to be, but another part of me feels crazy as hell about that part.

I‘m sad. I miss talking to someone who cares.

the way we stared at each other smiling at that late night train home, I knew there was something but why didn't you say anything?

i loved you. now i know how much i loved you. i loved you but you walked away.

i miss you. i miss the nights we spent listening to music and talking about life. i miss you saying "can i be your boyfriend just for tonight?". god how i miss everything about you

can you come back to me?

I love how your eyes glow when you talk about something you love

Why is it so hard to let you go?