Im still thinking about

How safe you made me feel in my moments of weakness.
how warm your kind beautiful blue eyes met mine.
How those 3 days spent with you felt so long yet so short.
How we would spend into the late night talking abt how and where our lives are going.
How even skating down the Boston streets with you felt so right, even if my skills were shoddy.
How in the cold nights, you gave me your jacket and we joked about how the wind blows right through me
Its been a year. Yet i can only dream of what could’ve been, and those dreams are only getting stronger.
Maybe they’re a glimpse of what could have been. Of a world where i could trace your smile lines, and feel your cheek bones with my hands. Maybe kiss every one of those freckles on your face. My only dreams now aren’t even of the flesh, they’re of me unearthing the love that’s now trapped inside a chest in the attic. only rotting and smelling now that it was never opened by who it was meant to be opened by.
I see you with her, smiles on the instagram.
I hope that she takes you to your never-land, where you never grew up from being that goofy and adorable kid.
She tells me i act just like you, maybe a piece of you got stuck inside my soul and that’s why i always have you in the back of my mind
They say love is a choice, how can it be a choice im trying to choose not to love you, and i can’t and it’s killing me
I love you so much and it’s killing me, please just tell me you never loved me so i can move on, i feel like im rotting
You’re not the same person you once were, but the person who i fell in love with never changed in my heart. Im sorry for what i did, i still can’t forgive myself for not realizing my feelings and never getting the guts to tell you this earlier