Unsent Messages

i'm so pathetic for still wanting you after everything. i wonder all the time why you are so irresistible to me. i know you have forgotten about me now. i can only imagine you, i can only think of how us talking have become nothing but memories. but i'll never forget you. in all honesty, apart of me still wants you to like me. is it selfish? i just crave to have your attention again. i want to see you again. the day i do, i can only imagine how quiet i will go. i just miss you so much. and it's funny because in reality we didn't know eachother that well. i just knew the feeling of wanting someone, i knew the rush of needing someone, and i traced that feeling back to you. i think that you think i hate you. i regret letting you go, i regret not waiting for you even if waiting meant being hurt a million times again. it's something about you. i have no idea what it is. you're just so perfect to me. even your flaws are beautiful to me. you will never read this, at least that is what im assuming. but if you are, please tell me why you did it. please tell me why you didn't hesitate to act like i don't exist for the fourth god damn time. were you afraid of what people would say? i am too. i just wish you knew that i would never let you put up with people and their fucking sick words alone. i miss you. so much. think of me please, ok? think of me when it rains, or think of me when someone mentions europe. we were supposed to go there, together. it's so silly of me to be like this. all for the girl who broke my heart.