I JUST SAW A GUY AT WALMART AND HE LOOKED LIKE MORGAN FREEMAN AND HE CAUGHT ME LOOKING AT HIM AND HE POINTED AT ME AND SAID “IM NOT MORGAN FREEMAN”
Sat up at 5am trying to convince myself that I don’t love you. It’s hard. Loving someone is scary and painful enough for me, loving you is painful. Over a year now, I figured it would ease off by now but it hasn’t. When I wake up to your texts I still turn to mush, everything’s just as strong as it was back then. It’s horrible, you know loving someone who’ll never be with. It’s for the best, I know that, but deep down there’s something telling me not to let go, but I need to.