Her name is Lexi.
To hear your voice again gave me chills. It’s been almost 8 months. I still think about you EVERY day. Every single fucking day of every fucking week of every mother fucking month. You screwed me over so hard, it crushed me for a while. I still don’t get how you could do that to someone. Then make me look like something I’m not. You left questionable. You left me wondering. I just want closure. Why? How? Who. Was she more pretty? More skinny? Better smile? Or was she just another one you fucked over. The day I get any of those answers, is the day I will forget you. You were the reason I made so many mistakes. But. I don’t regret them. I regret that I chose to make them with you. Now anytime someone brings up fun memories I’ve had… & my mistakes that were stupid. I automatically think of you. FUCK.
That feeling where you think that it would just be easier to date your best friend cause you hardly fight, know everything about each other already, always snuggling and most importantly have practically everything in common. Just me? Hope not