I had a dream about him.
I hate it.
It left me with this stark emptiness inside.
I don't care about r/s anymore but after that dream... GOD....
Can I swear?
...
FUCK IT.


I felt like I'm just torturing myself not to message him or contact him.

I want to call him.
But I don't want him to think I'm desperate.

I want to tell him how much I care about him.
But I don't want him to think I'm weird and obsessive.

I just want to spend another day with him.
But I don't want him to think I have nothing better to do.

He might have another girl.
He might not even remember me.
He might...

Fuck this stupid emotions.
And fuck you for coming into my life.
...But I'm thankful that I've met you though.




............I love you.