love is blind

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I think about the boy of my dreams,
and how he probably doesn’t think about me.

“if only i was closer” I keep telling myself

I drown myself with Boards of Canada on repeat.
I think about how much he means to me.

I feel like our relationship is an open wound,
continuously hurting one another.
I wish I could erase my past and start over.

I want to explain, but it is too late.