Why I can’t stop thinking about you. We’re clearly at different parts of our lives and with different priorities. But the optimist in me just can’t forget about those nights we curled up on your couch, played scrabble, and watched old black-and-white movies. Those several hours in your living room meant more to me than any crazy night out. Still completely confused by everything, but I really hope you do find happiness. The selfish part of me wants it to be with me…
it wasn’t.
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