And that's what I am right now. Sad. Pathetic.
I have this great guy who makes me laugh and looks out for me and genuinely cares for me, and yet, it's YOU I want.
You're a thousand miles away from me, and yet...
it's Your eyes I see when I look at him.
it's Your laughter I hear.
it's Your smile I long for.
it's Your hands I reach out to.
I want to kick myself for feeling this way.
I'm not being fair to this guy. And I'm not being fair to myself.
I go to sleep willing myself to think of him. And yet, I still dream of you.
I miss you.
Despite the number of times you've hurt me. Despite how many times you've taken me for granted. Despite the major way in which you've messed with my head.
I miss you.
I guess Im a closet masochist after all. =((
This guy asked me the other day if I had any dream place left, since I'm done with my old dream places.
I thought for a while, then I eventually told him no, I don't have a new dream place yet but that I'd tell him once I found a new one.
I lied.
Truth is, I didn't have to even think about it. I knew what my dream place is, I just didn't have the heart to tell him.
It's wherever you are. :X
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