You make me imagine a future with you. I distract myself from the thought of you but all it takes is one message for my mind to go wondering into the bliss again. Then it takes one message to be left on read for my mind to wish I never got your message to begin with. You confuse me more than anyone, I love but hate it. I just want to talk to you more, I feel like I’m missing a part of myself but you’re as never apart of me to begin with. I can never tell if you feel the same, I love but hate it