Even after all these months, and other people, you’re still the only one I think about. You’re in my inappropriate thoughts, my hopelessly romantic thoughts, my I love you thoughts. I can’t get the thought of you out of my head, not forever. I miss you, and I always will. I keep hoping you’ll feel it’s okay for us to talk but I continue to fear things will never uncomplicate and I’ll be left in the dust. But, I’ll forever keep hoping. Because my feelings for you are long lasting.
I don’t think I’m beautiful but, I think I’m more than just a label. So, fuck it anyway.