So I've been thinking for a while. Silly stuff like the past, and what might've been. Which is weird for me, cause I'm usually the first to say move on, don't dwell in the past. But that's been kinda hard lately. My birthday is next week, which means yours is too. It shouldn't be this way, I shouldn't even be thinking about you, cause after all, we were never more than friends with some benefits. And maybe it's not that I miss you like that and I just think I do, maybe it's the way you could always make me smile, or your really bad British accent impersonation. Being around you was so difficult and exhausting, but I would never give up any part of it. Nothing was ever perfect for us, always just another "almost". Moving on seems easy, then hard. It's been almost two months since the last time I saw you, and missing you hasn't been so crazy anymore. I know I haven't moved on because if you were to walk up to me right now and ask me out, I wouldn't be able to say no. All I can do is hope that everything will end up being okay, cause forgetting you altogether would be completely and utterly absurd.
