I listen to them, I hear their stories, they are such normal girls. Falling in and out of infatuation with people.
I tell myself he didn't win, I tell myself I didn't build walls. But I did. I talk to his ghost like he is still here.
Like we are still us.
We are not still us. I am in love with a ghost.
Like he knocked me back 12 years and i'm 4 and my best friend doesn't actually exist.