#iwassohappy

I hope that one day, a couple of years from now, someone mentions my name in front of you. I hope it destroys you. I hope you feel the punch in your gut, the pit in your stomach and the stab in your heart. I hope it ruins your day, I hope you can’t keep thinking about it. I hope you remember the butterflies, the quick glances, the flirty smiles, the hand-holding, the reunion hugs, your head on my lap, my playing with your hair, my fingers on your thigh, the laughter we shared, the endless FaceTime calls until much too late at night, the random coffee runs, the inside jokes, the sweetness, the bitterness, the love, the pain, the iloveyous shouted in the middle of crowded hallways, the heart emojis, the good morning texts, the icares and illneverletyoudowns, the tear drying, the listening to you ranting about every little thing, the softness, the lyrics to our song, the trip we took, the moments we shared, but, most of all, I want you to regret. I want you to understand what you lost, and feel exactly what I felt when you left.

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