Do you still think about me from time to time? Because it fucking cuts deep every time I overanalyse the shit that I did wrong. I wanted so badly to not be the problem. Yet I needed some sort of validation, any sort of answer to the question that's been eating away at me. Do you love me as much as I love you? Because when your friend told me how much I meant to you I was in disbelief. I didn't think that could possibly be true. I got to overthinking, there's no way that your heart could be the same as mine. Despite all of our similarities, I still had the nerve to doubt you. I've been through the shitter too. You say you need time, I'm wondering why they always run away or die. I'm so far in love, that I had forgotten I was even capable of crying. Because you were the only thing worth holding onto. Now I'm left to find different ways to distract myself. Different obsessions, different deceptions. But nothing is as decrypted or beautiful as you. I want so badly to call you, but I don't know what hasn't been said already. I guess I'll be okay knowing I haven't got much better than this. But what I did have, was beautiful enough to hold onto for my entire lifetime. Even if it never ends up how I'd like it to. I know that in another world, it did. I was lucky enough to seek you out of any other girl. To have known you in the way that I did is in itself so beautiful. This and all of my experiences, are just another story to tell.