is hiding under your pillow tormenting yourself with scenarios between you and him that never happened. It is a hole in your stomach when you think of never seeing him again. It is a heavy scream to the mirror because you can’t understand why you’re so affected, so crippled, by another set of body parts that mean nothing to the rest of the world. Love evokes pain but mostly isolation because no matter how much the other person loves you, they’ll never love you the way you love them. We all love differently. Some better than others.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am crazy. But at the same time I think we all are a little bit crazy.
people need to understand that some people just don’t like talking it has nothing to do with u so don’t take it personally like some people just aren’t talkers and they’ll probably never text u first or initiate a conversation and it’s not because they don’t like u it’s just that they don’t think to say anything bc they’re comfortable with not saying anything