Everyday I think about you and hate myself for it. Why did you have to be so memorable ? Why can't I forget you as easily as you've seemed to forgot me ? It isn't fair that I lay awake at night trying to replay every good moment from when you were mine. I thought that after all this time the butterflies , red cheeks , and loss of words would stop but they haven't. When I pass you in the hallway my heart literally skips a beat. It scares me how much of an impact you've had on me with doing so little.
But what really scares me is that you might never come back.
Your victim.
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