I wasn’t in love but I miss meandering conversations in the dark and the way you kiss anyway
And I still think about you all the time
I’m that person who realizes they’re probably a psychopath because they need to keep an ex as a friend as a means of control and ego-feeding. And even if they don’t want that ex for themselves they can’t stand for anyone else to have them either. This is a fucked up realization to have about myself.