Tired of being sorry.

I always catch myself thinking of you. I hope you think of me too.

I still think about you... I think about how you’re doing, what you’re doing, and whether I’d see you again.

You knew how I felt!

I’m sitting under the stars crying out to the moon for you.

I’m still figuring out how to come back whole.

I’m like a game you stick with, a game you get competitive for, but you took me for a demo.

I keep wondering why it hurts to lose you.

You had a crush on me first.

My feelings for you still linger, even after you’ve gone.

Is there an us?

I gave you my favorite poetry book. In it, I hope you find the words I wasn’t able to say to you.

I’m taking on new hobbies to distract my mind from you, but my heart nudges at me to remember you.