Unsent text message to Jared

Something in the way you talk

makes every warning rise,

you paint your lies in pretty words

and hide them in your eyes…

Hi there, I just can’t stop thinking about you, even now. I know you’re this mix of cute, pretty and gorgeous, and you have a magnetic personality. I know you’re way smart, smarter than me possibly. I know you have great dress sense. And you’re just so switched on; you know what you like and what you don’t. You’re…

There’s a particular kind of loneliness in loving someone who has no idea they’re loved. I carry these feelings around like a secret with nowhere to go. You don’t know how much I look forward to seeing you, how your presence can change my entire day, or how your absence stays with me long after you’ve left. You don’t…

You will never find me 😈

Someday I won't think of you at all. I won't think positively or negatively one day it'll only be a memory. Someday you'll be a blip that passes my mind and I'll smile or sigh and go on with my day.

I don’t feel the need to look or really post anymore. It either is or it isn’t. I feel my passion almost drained by distance. Does this mean I’m reaching acceptance about how things really were?