does it possibly gets better? it's been years, we're not anymore the teenagers who sit next to each other in school and swap phones just to create intimacy. we're not teenagers saying love prayers through our phones during the pandemics. we're not even the young adults having our first time before making it awkward. still, he is the one i look for in every other man. looking for another man him-shaped, him-personalited and him-styled just to cope with the fact that not even him is that boy anymore. and the worst part is acknowledging that he doesn't feel the same. he doesn't chase anyone in hopes they make him feel like he has me again; because he doesn't want me again. he's moved on for a while. but why can't i?

it was limerence all along

꒰ ა ♡ ໒ ꒱ você é assim um sonho pra mim, e quando eu não te vejo penso em você, desde o amanhecer até quando eu me deito, eu gosto de você. gosto de ficar com você. meu riso é tão feliz contigo, meu melhor amigo é o meu amor.

꒰ ა ♡ ໒ ꒱ eu te gosto nic, você me gosta?