I wish you liked me the way I like you.
I would stop everything if you needed something. I would wait for every single text you ever started to type. I would spend every second of my day just thinking about you and everything we have ever spoke about. You mean the world to me and I’m so scared what will happen when my world disappears. I am trembling just because it’s starting to fade, and I don’t know when or how I can get it back, or if I ever even had it. But I’m here.. sitting here. Waiting for my world to make the time for me. Waiting for my world to need me. Waiting for my world to graduate from level bare minimum. Waiting for you. Because our scale is uneven when it comes to feelings, and maybe for a change, it won’t always be that way. But for now I will keep wishing on our shooting star and at times like 11:11, that you liked me the way I like you.

And the funny thing is I called it… you broke up with me the next day and I don’t know why. I’ll always love you still