Unsent messages to EYZR

after we ended i told myself that i wasn't really in love with you. that i was in love with that cliche, the one where people fall in love with the idea of someone. But deep down i always knew i did. i still do. i told myself that so it would be easier to get over you. you know, its funny. i thought it helped, but i was just suppressing it all. it's only been a little over a month and it's okay to still feel this way but it hurts thinking that you might not be mourning the love that i still am. i see your picture sometimes because one of our friends posts you and i see that you are still just as beautiful as you always have been. you're gorgeous. i no longer get to see that. i don't get to see you blink your eyes when you're tired, watch you flip me off cause i'm distracting you during homework, watch you scrunch up your nose, no more hearing the sounds of you calling to your dogs. no more random calls asking "yes or no," no more dreaming of us, listening to how passionate you get about alba, our rights, about helping the people you love. no more bike rides, no more crocked smiles. no more us. you're a dream my love, but i guess you were always meant to just be a dream