we might be thousands of miles apart but every night when we look up at the sky, we’re looking at the same thing
and that makes you seem a whole lot closer.
when i was in 7th grade i asked my science teacher if there were other colors that existed and we just couldn’t see them and she said no but i couldn’t stop thinking “well how would we know anyway” and that’s how i had an existential crisis at the age of 12
It’s really hard missing someone so much and not being missed in return.
Eventually telling them constantly won’t matter because they either will stop believing it, get annoyed of it or don’t care.
As much as I try to not think of it, it’s the only thing on my mind and it hurts even more knowing how irrelevant I am to that person.