I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I was just where you are, and now I’m going to be where you were. Forced to be where you were. I’m just not sure what the message is.
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I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I was just where you are, and now I’m going to be where you were. Forced to be where you were. I’m just not sure what the message is.
You’ve been on my mind all day. I hate that when I think of you, I think so much. And it’ll be this thought spiral for a few days and then it’ll pass, I know it will. I want to get back to forgetting you are out there.
When I think of you and of the possibility of us, it makes me so sad. It makes me so sad that you probably don’t even remember me. One day I’ll break my fast and will text or call you. Not now. But one day.
“What you think, you become. What you feel, you attract. What you imagine, you create.” ― Gautama Buddha
I don’t do this very often anymore but I looked you up tonight. There was a lot I hadn’t seen. My life has moved on. I have someone good. But I still looked you up tonight. It looks like your life is completely different. You look like you’re good.
I wish more than anything that our paths would cross again. I would love a dinner with you and a moment of closure. I want to know if you are still home.
he said he doesn’t like the body wash. The scent isn’t for him. but he loves it because it makes him think of me.
Things are good. It’s a holiday, I’m nostalgic and thinking about you. I hope you think about me too sometimes. I consider texting a couple times a year and I don’t because I think I’m afraid of not hearing back. I wish I could see what you’re up to. I’m an open book.
Tuzkol Lake & Tian Shan Mountains by Boris Rezvantsev
autumn in the Swiss alps
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Your little face is popping up and I still miss it. I’m fighting the urge to say something. I keep telling myself if you wanted to, you would test the waters. Maybe Frankenstein will get a little <3 out of you.
I hope you see my wall in the picture and remember how it was when you saw it in person. I hope you think “wow she’s made a lot of progress”. I hope I’m at the forefront of your mind this month. We had a good October last year.
My grandpa recently sent me some film from his travels over the past 40 years. I had no idea he had ever spent time shooting and was blown away by his compositions.
I’m not that sad anymore. It’s still there deep down but I don’t think about you all the time. Seeing your face doesn’t make my insides jump. I’ve reached the acceptance stage, and I’m sure the sadness will come back in a big wave, but for right now, I’m just moving forward.
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I am still getting those mixed signals from you. You didn’t need to react with some clapping hands, but you did. I sent the message, which was a perfect opp for a conversation and you dudded it. Are you gonna come in September? I’d put my money on no way. So just say it! Why humor me with “if I’m in town, I definitely will!” ? A lot can change in 2 months. I’d drop everyone else for you.
You liked my story of me posing with some wine by the water, looking mega babe. A win’s a win. In my mind you don’t like an exes pic (that kind of pic anyways) if you’re seeing someone else.