Not often anymore, but sometimes I get a little bit sentimental about you. It’s strange to hold someone on such a high pedestal one day, and then have your mind radically changed about everything you thought they were the next.
Sometimes I feel heartbroken, sometimes I feel relieved.
You’ve got the darkest eyes.
I wasn’t who you made me out to be. And you weren’t everything I made you up to be.
I needed it.