there are these moments where i cannot help but look back on us. you never knew, but i loved you with every cell in my body, and you didn't give a damn about me. you used me like tool. you only call me when you have an issue. you only call me when you have no one else to rant to. you only call me when your friend group is falling apart for the third time in a month. you only call me when it is convenient to you. the sad thing out of all of this, is that we were never a thing, but i still feel heartbroken. maybe it wasn't love. maybe i was obsessed. maybe it was just the idea of you, but it still burns. altho, you seem okay. you have friends that can put up with your bullshit. you have people that care about you mutually. one day i will recover. one day i will be able to admit what happened. but for right now, i am so mad and yet i will still say "I love you."
i still love you.