It’s 3am..

It’s 3am in New York and he still doesn’t love you. The change in time zones won’t change how he feels. He’s still him and you’re still you, he’s never going to give you what you want, just like you will never be able to give him what he needs. A fleeting thought and a distant memory is all you’ll ever be to each other, with no ounce of hope left you try to decide if it’s best to forget you ever loved and do it his way. Or choose to embrace it now and do it yours. Either way you don’t win. Either way it’s still 3am in New York and he’s trying to convince himself he doesn’t love you.

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