And stare and stare and stare. Until my eyes burn, and my lungs threaten to blow. Something wet hits my cheek. A tear slides down, met with another, dripping from my chin and onto the offending phone with the message that shows just how little Blaise thinks of me. Did I push him away, distance us too far? If I spoke to him, would he have agreed so easily? Regardless, this motherfucker just confirmed my suspicions. Piece of shit.
Oh my god 😕 baby you don't know that he knows and he don't know that you are basically jealous of yourself 😵😵💫😵
