For some reason sometimes I can't stop myself.
It's not even like I'm not over it yet.
In a way, he was and will always be more than a boyfriend, even if we never officially dated, and, like he himself says, he was never mine.
But at the same time, I get the same kind of nostalgia when thinking about him that I get when thinking about an ex. I know it's wrong to miss the love, caring, the touch, but I can't help it.
I go through pages and pages of his recent notes, trying to get every glampse of him that I can, just to make sure he's still there.
To make sure he's still the same person. The same one that I loved.
I need to know that he's not fading away. I need to know if he's still as I remember him.
Sometimes I talk about this with other people, sometimes I keep it to myself.
The only person who should be mad about it, Ricardo, is the one that understands me the most. And that makes me feel funny, because I could only expect him to be mad. I'm used to it.
I keep on making the same mistakes over and over again.
Self-injury in a physical way, doesn't hurt much. But I keep injuring myself everytime I look at his pictures, everytime I go through his notes, everytime I attempt to talk to him.
Why does it have to be this way?
I'm as sure as I can be that I don't have feelings for him anymore, so why?
I just want my friend back. And I can't have that.
I know that I can't. Because with that comes so much more that I just can't handle...
I'm weak. I'm much too weak. I wish, I really wish I could handle him.
I can't.
I surround myself with people that treat me well, that spoil me sometimes, because my own dissertations are already too much for me to handle.
I spend half my days trying not to think.
I can't have someone to make me think even more. I can't.
But I want it. I want someone who can relate. I want someone to make me feel like I'm not absolutely crazy for some stuff. I need someone to wake me up sometimes.
I need him. So badly right now.
But I just can't.
