Every single time I think I’m getting over you I see you. Every feeling rushes back, every inch of my body is drawn to you. I feel this force that pulls me into you and I can’t help myself. Even saying hi makes the hurt come back. But you’re like a drug. THE drug. I can’t stop feeling this way. The worst is when you hug me. I feel so safe and as if everything in the world is absolutely divine and all the shit doesn’t matter because you can protect me. But then you pull away. Always too soon. And all the bad comes back and I want nothing more to feel your embrace. I saw you today. I hugged you today. I shouldn’t have. I know I shouldn’t have. But you’re like a drug. Being around you makes me happy. I just wish the feeling was mutual. Then I wouldn’t lie awake at night wondering why. What about me don’t you like? We would be perfect by the way. But we never will be. Because you don’t love me. And I die inside every time I’m reminded that.