I could see us dancing in our most comfortable clothes throughout a tiny apartment filled with pictures and blankets and everything else that reminds us of each other. The thought of me and you getting our own place, being perfectly entwined into each other’s lives, is a common daydream. Only, I know it isn’t for you, I know you don’t wonder about us doing those things. And, you know, I think that hurts the most. Having this fantasy and not being able to make it come true is shit, but having you completely ignorant of it is even worse. I wanted this, I was willing to try and make it happen, and you can’t even spare me a second glance.
— We both wanted everything (but your everything didn’t include me)