I hate myself for loving this person I can never have. Yes, I do get to see him again in Chicago but I’m terrified for my reaction. I can’t tell if I miss him or never want to see him again. Can there be such a thing? I didn’t fall in love with him until after he was gone, but all I’m holding on to now is stalking an Instagram page. September is a long time to fall out of love with someone, but I’m not sure if I even want to. I miss you, Nick.
