whateverrrrrr
i look at pictures of you and instantly i remember the flowers your brought me, your interest in astronomy, the gloves and hat you wore when you met me in the mornings, your passion for film, the strange things you had glued to your dashboard, just every single fucking memory that i've ever forced from my mind comes rushing back with full force. thought i could just make myself forget you, i really really believed i could make myself fall out of love. not to mention with every vivid memory of you comes the backlash of the night you told me it was never love. and even after that, i still can't shake this feeling. i'm fixated on something that isnt there, that was NEVER there, and it isnt letting up. yeah, i'm the creep in this situation. big fucking creep who needs to get over you..