To think that I wrote to you when you were never mine.
Until now, I thought we were meant for each other. Until now, I believed it was real. Until now, I see that you only used me.
I hope you had fun.
I always wondered why illusions get to me so fast. Why I give love to anyone, why I fall in love without thinking. Why, whenever I told you “I love you,” I believed your “Me too.”
And until now, I realize I was an idiot. That I am an idiot. For the simple act of falling in love with you— For the simple act of falling in love alone.
“All my friends tell me I should move on, But I’m still sinking into you.”
Plunging into your thoughts, Drowning in the insomnia you cause day by day.
Or maybe… I just miss you. Although I guess you already know that.
Either way, It doesn’t do any good if you know— Because you can’t do anything about it.
I was so in love with this guy...he ****** my bestfriend.