well yeah uh

Eventually my bed won’t smell like you anymore. It’s 12:40 am and I’m drunk and all I can think about is what would have happened if things were different, you know? Like, if we’d dated? I mean maybe it’d have been great but maybe it’d have been really shitty and we wouldn’t be friends anymore, and I don’t want that so hey haha I guess it all worked out but like well, shit back to the poem uh, Originally I wrote I wont miss you like I currently do but eh I still do honestly like, and yeah it took me a long time to not pretend your arms were around me at night by cleverly folding my body pillow but hey I didn’t say that out loud. I’ll come to terms with this eventually. We’ll be able to laugh at it one day! I remember the last time I had a crush this big, when things went to shit I couldn’t even eat. At least it’s not that bad. And you never lied to me, which I really appreciate, so thanks for not lying to me. *High Five*. I remember the day I spent the night beause you wanted me to and it was great. We cuddled almost all night, which was the best (obviously) like, you held me because you wanted to and that made a huge difference because I can tell when you don’t want to like, I always can. Every time I let someone in and they decide they don’t want the whole package, it kinda breaks me a bit. I hate admitting it but hey, it’s true. Nothing super glue can’t fix but you know, sometimes I kinda wonder like, what’s the point of gluing myself back together? Alright so.