Not Priscilla:

I have loved you for the longest time and yet, I never muster up the courage to tell you that I do. Remember our little chat we had about past lives? You started that conversation because you saw the post I shared about that topic. About how a man claimed to be a person named Johea who loved a girl named Priscilla back in the 1900’s. You wondered who the love of your life was, who your ‘Priscilla’ was. I’d be lying if I didn’t want to say that I want to be your Priscilla, but I know I wasn’t your Priscilla and I will never be your Priscilla. And I know that you’re not gonna be my Johea. Everything’s so bittersweet when I’m around you. It’s either I’m happy or I’m sad. It’s sad that we don’t talk that much anymore. I’m not the jealous type, but why does my heart hurt when you’re with somebody new now? I don’t have the right to be hurt when you’re not even mine. You’re not even mine, you’re not even mine…

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