I was not in love with you; I was in love with the idea of you. I was infatuated with your blue eyes and your chipped tooth and your constellation of freckles and the jokes you would tell and when we kissed I felt fireworks. But then I realized your eyes were hard and your chipped tooth would eventually be fixed and your freckles went away in the winter and your jokes were mean and I bet when we kissed you didn’t feel anything at all.

Jul 23 14:27 with 46 notes
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