𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "JADN - All I Wanna Do Is Forget You" 01:57 ───────●─── 04:37 ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ♡

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘐'𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

You swore you'd stop checking. No more late-night scrolls through Instagram stories, no more clicking on tagged photos hoping to catch a glimpse of him—of them. But here you are again, phone dimmed in the dark, thumb hovering over his name like it might burn you if you press too long.

Alex Wennberg.

Blue eyes you once woke up next to, lips that used to whisper your name like it was sacred. Now, they probably murmur someone else's.

You told yourself you were done. You told your friends, too—laughed it off, said, "He’s in San Jose now. Out of sight, out of mind." But that’s a lie. One you’ve been living in like it’s comfortable, like it doesn’t haunt you every time the air gets too quiet.

If he called you—out of the blue, like he used to—you know damn well you'd pick up. Even if it shattered you all over again.

Because the truth is, no matter how far he flies, a part of you stays grounded in him.

Still.

Still wondering if he thinks of you when the lights go out and the crowd’s gone home.

Still aching with that sharp, stupid hope.