I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
Oh right, having sex with your boyfriend. I forgot. -_- no one else exists in your life anymore. Even though he treats you like shit half the time and we’re the only ones that care when he breaks your heart…again.