won best scenario for a reason (love is a form of socially acceptable insanity, i keep waiting to not care about her, the heart’s not like a box that gets filled up it expands in size the more you love, the past is just a story we tell ourselves, i’ll always love you cause we grew up together you’re my friend to the end, it’s like im reading a book and it’s a book i deeply love but im reading it slowly now so the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite i can still feel you and the words of our story but it’s in this endless space between the words that im finding myself now)