• SEE YOU IN REAL LIFE

    by  • August 14, 2017 • 2 Comments

    I can’t do this anymore. This website is torture!

    Find me in real life girl!

    Find me in real life!

    Just a text, say hi, my old cell number you know the one…

    You told me to delete your number when we had that drama that time.

    I tried to move on, proper move on, and now I’m lost…

    I cannot find you but you can find me and I hope you do.

    I won’t ever be checking this website again,
    a bad habit that I am breaking NOW!

    Love,
    your fallen prince

    Huh?

    by  • August 14, 2017 • 0 Comments

    ” Maybe I wanted something to happen.” You mumbled.

    Did I just hear that right? Crinkling my eyebrows, I replied, “What?”

    “Nothing.” You answer, shaking your head and walking away.

    “You are doing it again.” I whine, remembering all the times that you mumble something urequired)
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    ” Maybe I wanted something to happen.” You mumbled.

    Did I just hear that right? Crinkling my eyebrows, I replied, “What?”

    “Nothing.” You answer, shaking your head and walking away.

    “You are doing it again.” I whine, remembering all the times that you mumble something under your breath that I can’t really understand, but I think I catch your words.

    Did I hear you right? Am I imagining this? Could you really care about me too? The way I care about you? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again? Maybe I am delusional.

    Why do you insist on making me so crazy?

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    ?nder your breath that I can’t really understand, but I think I catch your words.

    Did I hear you right? Am I imagining this? Could you really care about me too? The way I care about you? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again? Maybe I am delusional.

    Why do you insist on making me so crazy?

    I Wish Things Were Different

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    Dear you,

    I miss you.

    I really do. And yet, my life isn’t really so different now; it just feels emptier. Maybe I miss the idea of you. It’s not like you’re truly gone. I’ll still see you, talk to you, occasionally, at least.

    I wish things were different. I don’t want to, but I do. I want the best for you, and I’m not it, I know that, but part of me still wakes up every morning hoping today’s the day you text me to say you were wrong, and you realize that now. But you never do. And it’s unfair of me to hope for you to. You have your life, and I have mine. I just wish things were different.

    I knew from the beginning that you didn’t feel the same, that you wouldn’t. How could you? My world was changed when you were out of it, but I doubt if I even crossed your mind. You were so much to me, and I was just a friend to you. That’s okay; you needed a friend, and I would give up nearly anything to help you.

    I thought I was over you. I even have a date coming up. But memories of you don’t help, and that vague hope only hurts. What if? That question will kill me. I thought I’d moved on, but little crushes pale in comparison to you, whom I loved.

    Who I think I still do.