I still think about you.

Portland OR

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I still think about you. And it makes me feel ridiculous because it’s been 2 years since you left. And I don’t think you ever loved me the way I loved you. You’re probably somewhere laughing and shining the way I remember you. And you probably don’t think about me. I just wish you hadn’t gone to the cinema with me. And I wish you didn’t come home with me. And I wish you didn’t hold me the way you did. Maybe if you hadn’t, I wouldn’t miss you. Or think about you at all. I wish you meant to me, what I mean to you. I wish you were just an old friend. But I sometimes get scared that because of the way you left things, I’ll spend the rest of my life imagining you somewhere laughing and shining. I don’t want that. I want to move on, and I want forget you. I want to be loved the way I loved you.