I realized that I was over you when my heart stopped racing at 200 beats per a minute. I didn’t catch myself stealing glances at you anymore. I didn’t care to keep you warm whenever you told me that you were cold. My hands are no longer reaching out for yours whenever we are walking side by side. I stopped expecting and looking forward to your texts. I stopped wondering what’s on your mind. I don’t care who you like or if you’re feeling lonely. 6 years ago | 12:05am
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