A positive thought came to me about ten minutes ago. I love finishing work at 12:30 am because I get to see the stars, a lot of people miss that. Also the time alone before I fall asleep with a cup of tea and my cat keeps me sane.
I have come to realize that I’ve never actively tried to stop having feelings for him. I can’t keep saying it’s okay and nothings going to happen while I walk around constantly talking about him to my friends and obsessing over every word, every look, every minute I see him. I think it’s time to get over him and move on, or at least make an honest attempt. Truth is, I should but I really don’t...