situationship except the situation is that i found you in this life and all of the others because my soul was predestined to collide with yours in every iteration of its time on earth
i hate how i still check my phone hoping it’s you. even after everything. even after the dry replies, the long silences, and the way you made me feel like i was too much for just wanting effort. i keep telling myself to stop, but some part of me is still waiting for a version of you that already left