I’m still thinking about you, even after what feels like decades. That’s what distance has done. It’s made me miss you when I never even had you. You were never going to be mine. But I knew that, and you didn’t even let me prove that so I could remain in your life.
It’s not fair, what you’re doing to me. Why’d you have to go and make me want you when you knew I’d never have you. Every time I bite into pizza that tastes like that day I’m sent back to you and realize all over again that I would or could never have you.
I wanted you to want me to not want you so that you could actually end up wanting me. And we could finally admit that this is what’s supposed to happen. The narrative. You can’t fight the narrative. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.