this is the hardest part. me, sitting here, listening to you talk about him the same exact way i talk about you. or used to talk about you. i don’t even know

point is, it’s the worst to know that you’ve been going through the same thing as i have, but not over me. it’s never been over me. never again will think all these things about me. you did for a certain period of time, but never again.

never again will you tell me that i’m your dream girl.

never again will you tell me that we’re meant to be together

never again will you tell me that we’re going to last forever

never again.

empty words, all of them.

empty words, falsely full of promises, thrown out the window. and the window has been shut, locked, and bolted.

and it’s never opening again. 

sometimes, i wonder if i ever cross your mind in that light. i know you do think about me, we’re best friends and all. but i wonder if you think about me in the way you initially did, the way you did that summer when everything was perfect. when we were perfect.

alas, that perfection has expired, and it’s not coming back. 

not in reality, anyway. and certainly not when we’re sober. but hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?

no. no she cant. because dreaming only makes the pain grow, and only in dreams do you love her the way you used to.

if there’s any way for dream to become reality, tell me and i’ll make it happen. 

i sound desperate, don’t i. i don’t really know what else to do besides sit and dream and waste my time with thoughts of you

like they say

another night, another dream wasted on you