Getting Lost, Found, Then Lost Again.

I try not to think about things too much, but I can’t seem to help it, I just hate those words…”friends with benefits”. You’re more than a thousand miles from me, so there are no benefits from whatever this is, we are just plain friends. I knew I could never be anything more than just a friend to you…or to anybody. You say you love me and I love you, yet that’s it, and that confuses me. What am I to you? You gave me all these fails hopes and dreams. All I can think to say at this point is I guess this is where you and I part ways…I know this will hurt me and it may be too much for me to bear at first, but I will learn to get through it, to forget you, to understand that maybe I don’t really need anyone like you right now. But I really would have liked to know, what am I to you?

That feeling when someone from the past comes back suddenly, not someone who has hurt you in anyway, but someone who reminds you of a beautiful past. Someone that brings back that smile you long lost; along with those butterflies that laid dormant for what seems like an eternity. That someone that made you cry only tears of joy. The one who was able to make your palms sweaty, without an effort. The only person that reminds your heart who they are, since your heart beats a million an hour with just their presence. And all your brain can think to say is “thanks for coming back”

Let’s be blunt. Tell me if you’re mad at me. Tell me you don’t like me. Tell me if you love me or hate me. Tell me if I did something wrong. Tell the things you think I don’t wanna hear. Tell me if you don’t want to talk to me. Tell me if I annoy you. Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me if I’ve made you sad. I’m not a mind reader, I can only assume. Don’t beat around the bush. Don’t take 15 minutes to say something you can say in less than 5 seconds. Just tell me!