Im Such A Baby Cause Cowboys Make Me Cry

Like for real is anyone even seeing this?

11 years ago today I confessed my feelings to you after school. These feelings still burn within me just as much as they did day one. I think these feelings will eventually kill me.

We’ve been separated for almost 2 years now, going our own ways. But I’d be lying if I said you weren’t on my mind every day, and that you haunt me in my dreams every night.

I haven’t sat around moping the entire time however. I’ve rekindled old friendships, and started brand new ones. Slowly but steadily getting into the best shape of my life. Been on all sorts adventures, it’s been fun, it’s reminded me that life is still worth living. But there’s still that feeling that something’s missing. That you’re missing.

I still harbor zero hatred towards you. Despite what you may tell yourself, I’m not mad at you. Folks tell and whisper to me how furious you are at me, but that hatred is one-sided. I continue to only feel this love, this anxiety-ridden, butterfly feeling in my being, in my soul.