"i still think about you a lot. i wonder what you’re doing, who you’re with, who’s perched down by..."

“i still think about you a lot.

i wonder what you’re doing, who you’re with, who’s perched down by your feet this time, ready to kiss the tips of your shoes in admiration because that’s simply what you do to people. you’ve got that quality that i always wished i had, but never could quite master - that quality that you either have, or don’t, the one that makes people want to be around you all the time and hang on to every word you have to say. words that wouldn’t be interesting coming from anyone else, but when they fall from your lips, it’s the most captivating story anyone has ever heard. you’re the epitome of cool without even trying. it’s as admirable as it is aggravating.

we haven’t talked in a long time.

you probably don’t realise we don’t speak, or once you did notice, you most likely simply shrugged and moved on to the other millions of friends you have, boys and girls running after you, wanting to get a piece of you, however much you’re willing to give them. i stopped talking to you because i didn’t want to be one of them anymore, and it was never going to end if i still saw you every week. i was never going to be able to get my heart back if i remained addicted to your presence, and i knew that being close friends had never been in the cards for us, as much as i wanted it to be.

i don’t want you anymore.

a part of me always will be weak for everything you have to offer, and it will always scream at me in reflex when you touch me. it’s nothing compared to what i used to feel. i never, ever again want to wonder who i am if i’m not loving you.

i’m not dependent on you, and your stories don’t set me free any longer.

these days, i set myself free.”

- A.M, queen of the castle (via hufflepunq)