I miss you. I crave you. I hate you. You treat me like shit. We were supposed to be friends with benefits. This is something I’ve never done before. But I felt such strong feelings for you. I did it because I felt that if we made it a real relationship I wouldn’t be able
I used to talk to you about everything. I would come home and I would talk to you for an hour, and so would A. Now that you have started working, and started this diet.. you don’t even care anymore. You are only happy about work, or the weight you’ve lost. Every other moment you
I miss you. I miss how we used to hold hands at the movies… and sometimes while I was driving. I miss kissing you backstage between the curtains. I miss how you would look at me when I was talking too much and you wanted a kiss. I miss our five minute hugs. I miss
You’re incredible. Kind. Motivated. You genuinely care about me. And I’m nowhere near good enough for you. One day, you’ll realize this and leave in search of a woman you deserve. With every touch, in every smile, I know this. But please, don’t figure this out quite yet. Related Post Damnit, Matthew! I’m Not “Just
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So. I just wanted to let you know that I’m okay. Sometimes I look really sad in the hallways, look like I might cry because of the stress and the drama and the everything. But don’t feel sorry for me. Because I’m gonna make it. I WILL get into university, I WILL make a life