Whenever you show up, my feelings get messed up. I live perfectly fine without you, but when you show up I stop believing I can live without you. I start doubting if I’ve really moved on. I feel ashamed of myself because of that. And it’s so f*cking ridiculous, because you probably laugh a lot knowing I’m stupid enough to fall for you all over again. F*ck that. I might not be able to get over this b*llshit in my head, but I surely will make you believe I’ve moved on. I will make myself believe I’m over this all. I know you’ll never meet my grown up self, you won’t ever be happy with the person I am. So at least I should go and be happy with myself. But I will be here waiting for a miracle to happen, as always. Because I am that stupid.