I think about my ex too much. Sometimes I imagine what it would've been like if we were still together, for real this time. I think it's a grass greener situation but that doesn't stop my brain from wandering.
The last time I spoke to him was Christmas morning, that's when I confessed everything... he didn't feel the same, but he wanted to stay friends. After that, we never spoke but I heard so much about him and how happy he was with his new girlfriend.
I never want to see him again, because there is no way I could resist him. I like to think he feels the same. He probably doesn't but I'd rather he be a dreamy memory than a harsh reality.

















