My mind still wanders away from me every so often.
In the end it finds itself thinking of you.
I told my friends that my heart gave up.
They said that I am showing growth.
I feel guilty.
As if I am not supposed to think of you and us.
Guilty because I have not moved on an inch.
I refuse to walk away.
Begin a journey without you in it.
I know I am only a side character in your movie, but in mine you're the romantic lead.
The audience watches as I fall for you.
I don't want this to be the ending scene of our movie.
Me pathetically texting you even though I know I shouldn't and you saying you're going to watch a movie with a friend.
I didn't want to interupt so I ended the convo
Apart of me wishes I was that friend.
I wish I...