i can't stop thinking about you being more comfortable in his arms or with your hand in his.
i can't stop thinking about you letting him hold you when you sleep, even if it's uncomfortable and hard to sleep.
i can't stop thinking about you liking him more than you like me.
i can't stop thinking about him being your favorite.
i can't stop thinking about you not loving me, or saying you don't love me, and loving him.
i can't stop thinking about you two moving in together and being happy and forgetting the happy thoughts that you and i had.
i can't stop thinking.
my imagination kills me.
it always has.
fuck.
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