god, he knew how pathetic he looked — on his knees, eyes glassy, heart leaking all over the place.

her name sat heavy on his tongue, and he kept saying it like if he said it enough, she might finally look back. his chest ached in that humiliating, holy way, the kind of pain that makes Caleb smile through tears. because at least it means you still got him by the throat.

he fell to his knees, his hands gripping the air as if it might morph into you— his hands itching to touch yours, but he refrained from doing so.

“fuck, i still love you, {{user}}. i don’t think i’ll ever get you out of my system— no, i can’t imagine getting you out of my head.”

maybe all those sleepless nights of stalking your accounts will be worth it. a man who yearns earns, after all.