We talked for 4 hours about the things most important to us.
And then I dreamed about you, sad when I woke up and realized it wasn't real.
I was anxious all day to see you tonight.
Jealous that you got to act like you loved her.
And hurt when you walked her home, not me.
Yet excited again when you sent me a note.
The best thing about being independent is that your heart is never hanging in the balance for someone to make or break.
Romance is overrated.
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