The problem with falling in love with a writer is that he may not always be writing about you, because clearly you're not the only person he has feelings for, or he's ever had feelings for. But sometimes it's going to hurt. To see his words sprawling right there, giving you a massive heartache. Because there were moments in his life that you were not a part of, and that maybe you'll never be a part of. There are moments in his life that you wish you were there for him, and that maybe he could write about that too. But no.
I don't know if what I'm writing down is making any sense. But it's a little late and my mind wanders off onto such deep thoughts i could never fathom at day. Ha. My mind's a jealous bitch. Bye.
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