It’s so weird. I can never really decided how I feel about you. I’m not sure if I’m still in love with you or if we’re friends or if I dislike you. 

I had this terrifying realization last week… What if you never loved me? What if I never loved you? What if we were in love with the idea of being in love.

I never gave you the poster I made you.

I was thinking about it last night before I went to sleep. I think the way we started was so cute and so perfect. It will always be my ideal. I loved it so much. We had a conversation earlier in the day about how your hands were always cold and mine were always warm. Fast forward: we were sitting on your bed watching Pushing Daisies and you told me your hand was cold. So I held mine out to you and once our hands touched I said “YOUR HANDS NOT COLD!!” Because I was oblivious and stupid. You just blushed. We stayed like that until my phone rang. I had to answer that stupid text. I wanted to hold your hand more after that but the moment was gone. But that moment was perfect. I’ll always love how awkward we were together. 

Remember when we tried to get tickets to see Robin Williams on Broadway? Remember all the random shit we had in common? I loved all of those things. 

Would you believe me if I said I didn’t need you? ‘Cause I wouldn’t believe you if you said the same to me. 

Take back the shirt you gave me. I ripped up the note you wrote me and as for your stuff check your front lawn. I set fire to the mix you burned me. And as for you, I’m burning you tonight.