I think I’m still in love with you. I don’t know what to do. I want to be over you. It’s been over a year. I want to want T. But I want you instead. I can’t help but compare him to you. You were, and still are, my definition of perfect.
Don’t test me I’ve been calling people out since I was 11 I started when my little cousin lied about catching a butterfly and I asked her where it was, fair to say she couldn’t tell me cause she was a liar