When I was 14 I liked a boy and he liked me. We've been friends for a long time and I think it's safe to say that I fell in love with him a little. He would tell me that every time he looked at me the song MILK by THE 1975 would play in his head over and over again and he talked to me again a few nights ago. He talked to me and I felt nothing. Do not underestimate me, I will burn down the bridges between us if you hurt me enough times and feel no remorse nor will I be morose about it.
I like that song MILK. I like it even more because someone said it's like he's singing it about me. It's like you're automatically, beautifully immortalized if someone writes a song about you, for you or just sends it you; "Hey there, love. This song, it reminds me of you. Every time I listen to it I only think of you." I've had that two more times, with SETTLE DOWN by THE 1975 and MARDY BUM by ARCTIC MONKEYS. I felt like oblivion could never reach me, no matter ho hard it tried.
I live for moments like that in which you don't have to try to get someone to fall in love with you for you to be worth something to yourself but it just happens. And maybe it's not love but the fact that someone will remember you, like you mean something to that person and maybe, just maybe they will never forget you. And that's comforting. No one wants to be "just somebody that you used to know", no one. As much as most people hate to admit it, no one does.
Srjs
2:50 a.m.
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