When I'm home alone I'm always looking. I'm doing the absolute opposite of what I've always thought I was capable of. I don't want to care. I don't want to worry about what you're looking at, who's talking to you, or what your liking.
It's too much like my ex.
It's too controlling.
I've. Never. Cared. So. Much.
I'm really not sure what it means.
Maybe I love him more than anyone else.
But he doesn't look at my things until I tell him too.
And that hurts.
Because it is painfully obvious who is more in love here.
Please don't hurt me.
And I'll try my damnedest not to push you away.
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