I fell in lust with your smile, your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, everything that forms that physical identity of yours. The happiness I felt just hearing your voice, the butterflies I got from your laughter. The innocence of the love I had for you I thought would strongly encourage hope into it. But it was all one big fake. I truly believed it could just piece together itself but that’s just not ordinary. The image I created for us searched failure from the beginning. The admiration I even had for your insensitive heart and soul still leaves me confused. It was just my lack of self-confidence you may agree, but you can also agree it was your skilled way of not able to love. You’re just one big cocky jackass. My wish to go back in time beyond our meeting is longing. The strong dislike I have for you causes me pain but the explanation for it is so vague.

I think I know why my neighbour and my first ex ran since when I was downstairs in my kitchen getting a drink, I saw some people and I thought I saw my first ex since that guy is wearing the same jacket as him. I looked closely and he was my first ex. I think there were six guys and then they left at 1:41AM.

Just now my neighbour starting running away and my first ex followed. They ran across the grass and it’s near Lillian’s backyard short cut.

Before he walked over to get closer to my neighbour to see what he was doing on his phone…