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it’s been twenty-one days
since we last saw each other
i thought about you
every single day since then
and i thought it’s okay -
i won’t miss you that much
but damn, i was mistaken
because twenty-one days has passed
and i still want to see you
and hold your hand
and kiss your lips
and just be with you
(forever)
- it’s 0:36 and fuck, i miss you so damn much

i’m still awake, like always

unsurprisingly, you’re in my mind

i just want to go to sleep

but i’m afraid that i’ll forget you in my dreams

and i don’t want to spend another second

without you

i woke up to an unfamiliar feeling
as i reach out my hand beside me
as if i wanted to hug something,
or someone
i opened my eyes and through the dark
i looked at the pillow you used -
cold, empty, untouched
because you’re not by my side
and i started crying
whispering, “come back”
hugging the pillow, too
because it still smells like you
and that’s all i have of you right now

bc lame editing oops ✌️

bc lame editing oops ✌️

It’s nine in the evening and normally, we would be getting dinner together. But not this time. No, today I’m staring at the empty seat in front of me and looking out on the rain-splashed window, searching for your face through the crowd. I’m looking at the door every time the bell rings, wishing it was you. I’m holding onto my phone tightly, hoping you would tell me why you’re not here.
-  but i know, that’s never going to happen (i’m still hoping it would)

I see the way he looks at you - a distinct look that a woman could only dream of getting. His friendly and playful actions hide his feelings for you but the glint in his eyes gives away everything he conceals deep in his heart. His mind says, “Don’t feel. Don’t let her know.” but his heart screams of heartbreak, pain and love mixed altogether. He’s struggling; he knows that it’s a forbidden love but he badly wants you to know. I can see that he truly loves you, that his whole future revolves around you. I know that… because I look at him the same way too.

Anonymous said: hi! what course would you take at UP? good luck on your college life :-)

BS Econ :) Thank you, anon!