i hate that at night, when i’m alone and tired, you’re the one i think about. I hate that even when i think i’m over you, i’m not. I hate that every little thing reminds me of you even tho we didn’t talk for over a year. I hate that even now and then i wish i’ll bump into you. I hate that i remember every small detail, every inch of your body. I hate that you’ll never care and i always will
As Taylor said « loving you is like driving a new maserati down a dead-end street ».
i really hope you think about me too, sometimes.
never told u but i started falling for u