#Foreveralovergirl

[tomoig]

[11:31]

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The morning sunlight streamed through the café window as she sat across her close friend, their breakfasts untouched on the table. They spent the entire meal talking, not about the food or the weather, but about their "ones who got away." The conversation felt both therapeutic and pathetic, a strange mix of vulnerability and frustration.

Her close friend's pain mirrored her own in many ways—the disrespect they had endured, the hurt that lingered long after the goodbyes. It was all so loud in her memory, impossible to ignore. Yet, beneath her frustration, there was something else: longing.

She missed him. She missed the boy she fell in love with. Despite everything, she wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet. “I’ll hold on a little longer,” she thought, as if giving herself permission to keep the hope alive, even though it felt increasingly fragile.

Questions swirled in her mind like restless waves. Did I mean anything to you? Was what we had mutual, or was it all in my head? These questions had no answers, and yet, she couldn’t stop asking them.

Sometimes, late at night, she’d wonder if she would go back to the beginning, to that first meeting, or the moments where they started liking eachother. If she had the chance, would she try again, knowing what she knew now? She didn’t have an answer to that, either.

She had tried to be what he needed. She knew his heart carried scars from a past, and she thought she could help him heal. But instead of easing his pain, she’d begun to feel like a burden. That realization stung deeply, as though she had failed him and herself at the same time.

“I feel pathetic,” she admitted silently, her hands gripping her coffee cup. “Stupid for waiting, for hoping, for believing that you might come back.” She knew it was one-sided, but she wasn’t ready to give up. Not just yet. Just a little longer.

He was everywhere—in her thoughts, her dreams, even in the mundane moments of her day. She found herself wondering what he liked on Instagram, what reels he watched. It felt like the only thread left connecting them, a desperate way to understand him when he wouldn’t speak to her.

And then there was the truth she couldn’t ignore: if he ever asked her to see him, she’d go running. No hesitation, no second thoughts. She hated herself for it, but she knew it was true.

As she stared at the untouched breakfast in front of her, she whispered to herself, “Where did you bury the boy I fell in love with?” The question lingered in the air, unanswered and heavy, as if it held all the weight of what they used to be.

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Hii ♡

I have a lot of weight in my heart, sooo I'm using this as a way to lighten it. Anyway, I hope people relate to this cause its comforting knowing that no one is truly alone in heartbreak.

I used my hang with my friend (ilysm) as inspo.

This is literally my heart and tears, don't act like it's your work !!

[chaoticcrybabyy]

Really no longer surrounding myself with people that bring out the worst parts of me. I absolutely HATE being taken out of character.

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