You know how they say that the one you’re looking for was in front of you the whole time?

OH YEAH, WHOA, EPIPHANY.

And no, I’m not talking about a boy because I’m still in love with Andres even though he’s a fucking dick. I feel like if he ever does try to contact me, I’m going to curse the fuck out of him.

Anyway, it’s 11:30 and tomorrow’s going to be a long day so I feel like I should maybe try to go to sleep.

I really want to text you, okay? I got so close to texting you tonight, but stopped myself because you haven’t texted me yet and I just feel like everything you said to me for 1 year and 7 months (in a week) was all a lie. It’s going to be five months since we broke up, and I can’t stop thinking about you.