I’m passionate, I’m full of life, I’m full of love and optimism as I sit here holding a necklace that you got me, even after it broke I still held on to a piece of it.
Over and over and over again I tell myself “Leave him alone he doesn’t need to hear from you he doesn’t need your mess in his life anymore, he doesn’t even think you are attractive, he’s not attracted to you anymore” and I think but how but why? How and why can I not get this man out of my head?
Is it because he was my first kiss? Was it because he was the first man who wasn’t my father who showed me love? Why? Why can’t I just move on?
Why can’t I just stop thinking about you! How we laughed together, how we just gave up because we were too insecure to just be emotionally available for to one another, I just want to speak with you. One more time, one last time. Just want you to hold me and tell me everything will be okay.
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