i guess we didn't want the same thing. we could've made it work. it wasn't a huge distance. i still think about our conversations. there's a ghost of a smile whenever i look at the clock late at night because it reminds me of you. i really liked you. the comfortable silence. the way you would fidget. but things never would've worked if we both didn't try. that's where we differed. i don't think you cared about me like i cared about you. so fuck you, but my heart still beats so fast whenever you text me once in a blue moon.