“You know I used to spend every day thinking about you and dreaming about you, and every time you walked by I lost myself, do you know what that feels like? And you couldn’t possibly know what it feels like to have that person not have the same feelings back. Look, I’m sorry if you miss the way I looked at you, but I don’t miss the way you never looked at me.”
(via poeticheartache)
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