I always catch myself wondering if you ever still watch my tumblr like you once did secretly. You would probably still get shocked and say to yourself, “damn this girl!” because she still writes about you there. She’s still caged in that same feeling and I wonder how you feel. Do you feel sad? Or do you feel mad?
There’s nothing impossible but then I always tell myself that you never have a little time to watch me over my tumblr and twitter, or facebook. I’m not worth your time and I’m not special. I’m just nobody.
Nobody who loves you.
Nobody who forgives you.
She accepts everything you are.
She doesn’t talk to you anymore because it gets scary to her somehow.
But every single morning as she wakes up to a new day, she hopes for your name to show up in the middle of the day on her phone screen. She fights so hard the urge to text you. She types then presses the backspace button and so on.
She’s been dying.