It’s like someone filled the center of my chest with helium, almost as if I was lighter than air and the only thing grounding me was the sinking feeling that it might not have been real.

Why does this happen to me.Why does this happen to me.

I fight the urge to text you every single day.

I feel like our relationship worked backwards. We barely talk now, some texts happened. We had the cute nicknames and flirting and cuddling and texting everyday. Before that we had the Alex issue. We texted before that. It worked backwards.

[gives homework]
“Alyssa, that’s what I like about you. You’re a good friend.”

Tear my heart out why don’t you.


Almost a thing. We were so close.

So we aren’t a thing.