It’s not my place to want him. But I do. I see him walking around and there’s many things about him I like, but there’s also things about him that are so unsure. I don’t know him well, for all the fact we used to talk.

I hate it when I want something not because I want it, but because of what used to be. Because I could have had it in the past, and I didn’t go for that chance. Not because I regret not taking that chance, but I get jealous that someone else knows how it felt to take that chance, something that’s too late for me.

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Does that even make sense?

I want him, and I sound crazy.