I’m guna just pretend you don’t exist,because I thought I loved you and now that I can’t have you,it’ll tear me up to keep thinking about it
on my way back,flying in the opposite direction from you,i wrote 3 a4 pages about how i felt about you. you think the stories in movies arnt real until you feel like your in one. You made me feel like that,like i wanted to be anything,do anything so long as it meant you were mine. After saying all you did how can you just stop talking?cut me off? guess im back to my regular boring life.