six months of not seeing you.
six months of thinking i was COMPLETLY over it.
well guess what.
im not.
of course you just had to come and see me tonight.
had to be inches away.
even a touch here and there
accidently.
or not?
i don't know.
im so confused.
we were dancing, it just felt.. good.
we broke up for a reason.
we were done.
OVER
never to be spoken of again.
yet, what is with this?
everything is different.
your different.
you were so outgoing, and.. and.. beautiful.
i hate it right now.
i hate everything.
even your bestfriend knew something was up.
why are you so different now.
why were you looking at me like that.
why were you making me feel like this?
i hate it i hate it i hate it.
fucking six months later.
fuck.
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