He was very different from me in almost every way. We thought differently and had different interests. Maybe I made myself start to like him more than I actually did? I do not believe he liked me in the way I hoped. I wish I had him in my life. I’ve never met a man with a kinder heart. He was special, he didn’t have one bad bone in his body and it was so easy for me to see that. He was good at communicating and she’s incredibly lucky to have him like that. But imagining them together frustrates me. Seeing those pictures of them together is eerily similar to the photos and memories I have. I want him to think about me and miss me. I want him to talk to me. I wish he were here longer I really wanted to get to know him and learn from him and have a deeper connection. It probably wouldn’t have worked out but fuck it’s frustrating as hell that I have no control over this. I crave his presence way too much
I think it’s hard for me to move on because that kind of intimacy isn’t written for me long term. No one has caught my eye like he did in a very very very long time
