It’s weird because I know I have friends… yet I feel so alone sometimes

As much as it hurts for me to say, I still have a thing for you. No matter how much times I deny it, a big part of me won’t let you go. When I hear your name I quickly look up, when I open my phone I abundantly read your old texts, when I see your picture I smile to myself. But it’s time for me to wake up from your foolish fake love that’s blocking my sweetest dreams. Now you mean nothing to me, so low in my eyes. Your name is just a word, nothing more or less. Your texts are just a version of the alphabets in a non-chronological order. Your picture is just a drawing with colors of what use to be you. You just loved the wrong person, and shattered the most clueless heart. I hope you find a time to sit alone and think to yourself where everything went wrong and take the blame. Think all you want now about rebuilding the trust of us, its funny because your just a memory from a picture in a shattered frame… -