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Two years from now you’re going to be chucking down 5 shots of straight vodka to help you get the thought of me out of your head and you’re going to try to focus on the random girl whose name you can’t remember. And when this happens I hope you run into the toilets and splash your face with cold dirty water and vomit up the words you wish you said to me when you had the chance. If you take her home I hope the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we played and laughed and where I told you I loved you. And I hope the light catches your attention more than the naked girl laying next to you and I hope that when you look at her all you think about is how her eyes don’t shine half as bright as mine used to and how her arms don’t rest delicately on your chest the way mine did. I hope that you can’t escape the moonlight that is a constant reminder of the love you let slip away.

“You speak so highly of him,” he said to her, “Why do you do that? Why do you speak of him as if he put the stars in the sky when he did nothing but break you so god damn much that the cracks in your heart were practically visible through your eyes.” She laughed, “that’s the thing about love, isn’t it? You’ll let them get away with murder, even if it’s your own.”

when someone really attractive in school looks at u