I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone who is looking at someone else like I am looking at them.
they’re too cute. ugh.
i don’t think he even wants to hold me anymore.
Sometimes when people dont answer my texts I wish I could rend the fabric of space and time to go back and unsend the text so I wouldn’t have to be so anxious about not getting a response.
i wish that he loved me like i love him. i hate that i’m nothing to him, that i am alone. i’m broken and i feel so empty, and sometimes i wish that he would just reach out to let me know that he cares, and that he’s here, and that he isn’t going anywhere.
but it just doesn’t happen, it never will, because he is planning on leaving. he knows he won’t be with me forever, because he doesn’t want to be. i’m by myself for always, and it’s the most painful feeling i’ve ever experienced, knowing that he doesn’t love me like i love him.