I’m done with you. I’ve decided it. For real this time. I want to daydream about a boy who will take me out to coffee and lie in bed with me instead of daydream about you. I always said that you were worth it but you’re not. I always said I wouldn’t be satisfied until I felt like I had conqured this and won you over, but maybe the real conquering is finally just walking away.
I’m going to try so don’t give me those eyes.