i hate the fact that i’m just fine while we don’t talk, even if i see you twice a week, it’s only for a moment, and it doesn’t affect me anymore. Probably because i avoid eye contact with you and don’t really talk to you other then hey and bye. but, when you call, for whatever reason, and i’m forced to talk to you, it just fucking kills me. and when the conversation is over. the tears are already rolling down my cheeks. and i hate myself for it. i hate how much power you still have over me, and you don’t even know it. i really wish you would go away, just for a while. maybe then, my feelings for you would disappear too.