I wish I had the privilege to be your friend. I understand that you’ll never love me the way I love you but god how I wish I could just talk to you. Be in the same room as you. See you. Just seeing a glimpse of you used to brighten my day and I miss that. You didn’t even had to talk to me. Just being around you was enough to make me happy. I’m so jealous of your friends, your family, the man behind the cash register who gets to greet you good morning. It feels as if you’re the sun and I’m the earth. You couldn’t care less about me but I’ll always be stuck in your magnetic field, gravitating towards you. But you’re not the sun and I’m not the earth. You’re just a boy and I’m just a girl and I just really miss you.
D.D. (via illwritethepainaway)










