I don’t like you.
You make me think too much about you, even when we’re not communicating, especially when we’re not communicating, and I don’t like it.
It makes it difficult to find ways to not think about you.
I don’t know if not talking to you makes not thinking about you easier, or harder.
Logically, it should make it easier: “Out of sight, out of mind”.
Then again, they do say that “distance makes the heart grow fonder”.
Plus, I don’t even know if I want to like you.
After so much distance, it might be easier to just forget.
But I still hope…I still check my phone. I write songs and then pathetically try to make my life revolve around something else, anything else, beside you.