I'm over it. Though he'll always be my friend, I honestly do believe that anyone who doesn't realize how wonderful I am doesn't deserve to really know how wonderful I am.
Of course, when I think of him know it's in somber tones and dark lights. I miss the butterflies and the whimsical beating of their wings.
I'm not hopeless or any more cynical. One day I'll meet someone and really fall and they'll really fall for me and it will be movie magical.
hold me close like we both died
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