the rational part of my brain realizes it’s not you, it’ll never be you. it’s quite simple really, i miss you. i get worked up at the idea that you could be thinking about me, but it’s just self centered of me to think random vague messages could be for me considering it’s laughable how many people have my name. i don’t need to try and break down anonymous messages because if you wanted to text or call me you would, and you still choose not to. that’s the only message i need