I miss him, but I guess he doesn't miss me back, don't know what I'm supposed to do so I'm just.... writing. Is this my mind tricking me? why would it? I'd call my mind insane, but it has to know how

Compliments.

Guys must have evaluated many compliments to at last reach how to make a great compliment to penetrate your heart, a compliment that makes me visualize this:

He lays his hand to my heart, takes it out and bites a piece of it, continues eating the meat till my heart particles travel deep into his flesh.

Focusing on the details of multiple tangles gathered in your brain. too much dust on every tangle. more than a heavy snow on a tree branches. Long time accumulation of unorganized raw feelings and thoughts. Chaotic

The details that sometimes hide and sometimes radiate particles to get your attention. You don't know if they're false memory. Coincidence or Causal. A deadly scenario with the devils within the details. A mind chewing doubt that makes you forget which detail was real. The devil smiles behind a branch and scatters the dust in your flesh and blood while stroking around the branches of neurons.

Are you tuing into his servant?