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Somewhere Only We Know

Falling in love with a city and a boy.

I woke up almost falling out of bed cause I was reaching for you.
Then I started crying.
I hate this. There’s never enough time together.

December 23rd

I hate this so much. I try so hard to get over you. Every. Single. Day. And it’s so hard since we’re best friends. And it’s so hard because of your drunk texts on the weekends. You don’t desire me the same way I desire you. All you talk about is having sex, while I’m sitting here quietly wanting a relationship.