Oh boy, another one. I'm sure you enjoy hearing about my sad life, oh keyboard of mine. But these are my restless mind's thoughts that come to me in the middle of the night. Thoughts of her and how every day I wish she would tell me she loves me. She reads them for my straight up honesty, and I adore that. I adore how she puts up with me every day, texting her all day, with the hopes of her loving me again, when she probably is talking to at least one other guy at the same time. One she hopes will love him. One she hopes to replace me with. I hope to be that one. I hope to be the guy who she gets butterflies from with each text. I hope she saves me from reverting to my usual backup plan. Because that plan is starting to form, and I'm not enjoying it. Because I love her. And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is the only girl I want. (Remaining anonymous by request.) I know you read this and I'm sorry for being so obnoxious with my love. And some day I'd like a reply to one of these poems. If you can call them that
Goodnight.
Sincerely,
Dreaming of you
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