I love you and I have to stop. Why are you stuck in my brain? It’s insane. I’m insane. It’s also insane to think I could love you when we really weren’t as close as I thought we were. But I feel it and it hurts. I remember when we first met, I wanted to see you so badly that I left my comfort zone on at least two occasions in order to see you.

Then last March.

F****** s***, f****** s***. I love you. It feels wrong to say but I don’t think I have another word. You’re in my f****** brain and laced into my insides, you’re in the seconds and in the hours but you’re not apart of me and you never will be. You never were. I was just someone…just someone. And that’s okay. It’s okay that we used eachother a little bit. I just wish it had gone differently. I wish I’d been inwardly healthier, I wish you’d been inwardly healthier. Because in the right set of circumstances, I really really would just love to have you in some shape or form. In all of the shapes and in all of the forms.