love ig

sometimes in the dark of the night I wonder what would've been like.

I know if's don't exist, if they did wouldn't be if's

still, I wonder what would've been like

maybe would suck. we'd fight and breakup within a month, like most of your relationships

but I can't help but wonder, what if?

what if I was the one for you?

what if I could change you?

what if I could make you love me?

I'll never have an answer to that

You may think it's like reading the same bad book over and over again, hoping for a better ending. but it's worse

it's like reading a bad book over and over again and blaming yourself for it to be bad when the only blame you have was to ever open that book

I wish your book, our book, could be buried and never remembered. Gone and forgotten