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It’s 5 in the morning and all I can think about is you.
I go through your Instagram.
Those aesthetic accounts you follow.
Meaningless quotes of misunderstood media.
Made by teenage girls with nothing better to do.
But I look out for the ones
Liked by you.

Are they about me?
You never had a thing for subtlety.
But I’m such a long lost memory to you.
Have you forgotten about me?

I lost all your messages.
All our messages.
I can’t read through them again.
Feel what I felt.
When I believed them to be true.
We’re so different
Yet we fit so well.

I was yours.
You reminded me of that.
It broke your heart
To know I wasn’t perfect.
I couldn’t be what you wanted.

You were so pessimistic
I blamed it on your trauma.
The songs you sent me were so sad.
I wanted to make you happy
To be your happiness.
But you wouldn’t let me.
I felt so helpless.

Now I only listen to songs that make me cry.
I didn’t even know them when I knew you.
But there’s that connection somewhere.
In the lyrics maybe
Or just how they sound.
They remind me of us.

We ended at such an awful time.
I closed in on myself.
Talked to fewer people.
Felt like I lost a part of myself.
All I had left was lust
And that got me nowhere.
I left my love with you.

You were never into films back then.
I bet we’d watch them all now. 
Matching our lives to theirs.
We found each other
In the end.
Will we?

It’s been nearly 4 years.
You’re probably a completely different person.
Not the same person that was so obsessed with me.
Maybe you worked on yourself.
Worked past the insecurities that I tried to help you through.
I hope you’re happier now
But I wonder if you’d be happier with me.

Why did you end it that day
On the phone
Crying for hours.
I wanted to believe what you said.
I couldn’t sleep.
I never picked up my jumper
I never saw you again.

All I have is screenshots.
Walking the dog
Prom
Friends’ parties
The Harry Potter studios.
Copies of memories I will never relive
Never know how much these moments mean to me
Until it’s gone. 

I think about texting you every day.
I’d like to think you’d want me to.
I hope you would respond.

Maybe we’ll meet again.
Somewhere.
Will we recognise each other?
Will we even acknowledge each other?
Will you ignore me?
Will I confess my love to you?

Nothing feels real without you.
Like I’m just playing out a scene.
We weren’t perfect.
But nothing is.
Our love was natural
Naturally imperfect.
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