You know what?
Maybe I need to accept the fact that he didn't make it back. He probably died, that stupid bastard. I should've asked him to stay. I need to be more selfish. New personal adjustment: be more selfish.
Every night I sleep, I either am so exhausted I don't dream, or all I can see is his handsome face hovering above me.
Kissing him was so heavenly, I'm beginning to think that it wasn't real. That it didn't happen. I'm not waiting for anything. Nothing is coming. This is my life as I know it, and I need to move on. Move on, dammit.
I'm so fucking stupid.
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