I hate that I spend a significant amount of my time thinking about you.
I'm always wanting more than I can have. With terrible ideas seeming like great ones in the moment.
Why can't we ever have our cake, and eat it too? I mean theoretically we can, we can have a cake in our stomach because we've eaten it. Right?
I think it makes sense.
And again I'm indecisive.
It was strange, because I found myself thinking about you the other day, which hadn't been an occurrence for a rather long time. And reading that, made my heart skip a beat. Sadness? I couldn't tell. Do I miss you? I know I miss what we had, but you... Not so sure. In the nicest way possible of course.
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