I know there’s no chance of us working out. But I still want you. I need you. I know you’ve moved on with your life and probably don’t care anymore and I accept that. I wish we could go back to what we were before. I love you so much that I’m fighting every urge to reach out because I know deep down you’re over me and my problems. It’s weird because I know how it ends always you break me. Yet I allow it to happen because I don’t care as long as I’m yours and you’re mine. You tell me you care for me but deep down when I need you most you’re no longer there for me. I can’t accept that your part in my life is over. I can’t move on because all of me thinks it’ll be our turn again. I feel so pushed away. Only god knows how hard I tried for us. I know no matter what I say you probs won’t even care or anything. I told my friends about us (you as a guy obv💀) but they keep saying it’s your loss. But it’s definitely not everytime I see anything that resembles us I think of you. I sit and watch your posts, still listen to your playlists. I want it to be us again. I hope you can get over the fear and guilt one day. Whenever that day is I’ll be waiting. – Oomy