I’m not here for this shit that they’re pulling on this show and I refuse to let myself be sucked into it.
Idc if they keep playing into my twin flame agenda. I’m thinking about you when you’re thinking about me and somehow our thoughts align and I saw it with my very eyes as you started to type to me. But instead you continued to run, and I still continued to hope that we meet again in person. In a call. In a text. In our thoughts. In the meantime I’ll long for you and shift my focus to something that tastes just as sweet and savory as you do. Yadda yadda until we meet again I’ll crave you until the taste of you wears off and I’ll dream of you until I run out of dreams.
Are you fucking kidding me. Whatever.