we used to kiss all night

i had a dream about us the other night. we had a genuine conversation for the first time in almost two years. you accidentally put your hand on top of mine. you looked me in the eyes and said i love you. i woke up crying. i miss you. i see you everyday. you look like an angel. im so glad that youve made yourself into who you want to be although im hurt that that meant cutting me off. do you remember kissing me in the park for the first time? do you remember the awkwardness when we couldnt close our eyes? do you remember all the adventures we went on in the two and a half years we were friends? i miss you. please come back. you mean everything to me. you said sorry when we almost bumped into eachother in psych. i said sorry because i didnt think you wanted anything to do with me. my heart stopped when you spoke. i think about that encounter often. i dont care that you were nasty to me behind my back when we first broke up. i just want you back. please. i miss you.

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.