it’s been 7 weeks. 7 weeks since we last had contact. i should be over you. i should be forgetting that you even exist. i shouldn’t have these feelings anymore yet i still find myself wandering back to our fantasy. the one where only you and i existed. i still create new plots and stories to add to our fantasy. do you?

do you long for even just an acknowledgment from me? like i do you? or have you forgotten that i even exist. did everything you say mean nothing? how could you hold such poison in your mouth without burning your tongue.