people asked why was i so in to you (and i still am). they're like, "she's do reckless," "she's not even that cute," "she doesn't even care about you," "she's playing games..." and, in reality you are. but i saw something in you. maybe it was a delusion or maybe it was really real. i have no clue. and i have no idea of where im going with this, but i feel that i should get this out, whatever this is (maybe it's my feelings)... so, you have these big beautiful brown eyes that shows this obvious sadness you have. they show pain, hurt, and resentment. but they're so beautiful. you would never expect that those eyes could tell that type of story. and yet, beneath all of that sadness, pain, hurt, and resentment, there still lies a mystery. it's a mystery of who you really are. but you wouldn't let me in (or maybe you have this supernatural power of not letting me read you or blocking me from reading you)... it's just so hard to figure out... it's kind of like the theory of everything; where the answer is right in front of your face. you have all of these equations that are all related in some way, but you can't figure out how, and you can't put your finger on where the answer is. ig i was addicted to finding out the mystery and your vulnerability that is in your eyes, like those physicists are to finding the answer to everything... as i listen to the girl with the tattoo, those innocent eyes and that smile on your face did make it easy to trust you. and i wanted you to trust me just as much as i trusted (trust) you. idk if im going to take a screenshot of this and send it to you, because who knows if you're going to read this anyway if i do, or just let it sit here on my dash... you made an effect on me and imu ig... i don't think you care as much as i do, though. and i think im crazy for caring this much, just like my friends think i am. probably like you think i am... sometimes i don't think you even think about me. but in reality, do you even have time to with all the shit you're going through? but you have to, right? like you don't send me random stuff or like my posts out of nowhere just for kicks, right? you did care for me, right? you had to because some of the things you told my best friends before... i couldn't have made any of this up, right? you confuse me so much it's ridiculous... were you afraid of me? afraid of the fact that you saw something in me too... something that shows you really were into me too. and something that shows you, yourself, that you have too much soul to be handled by people who have never been passionate... or just simply your weren't in to me just as much as i was in to you
