Hate how leaving you hurts so much
I know I fucked up so would you please give me another chance?
It is either because we realize that we never treasured the moments when they were always there and it left us wishing we could turn back time again or we were too happy with them, we enjoyed every single moment that we became so used to the idea of having them around.
God fucking dammit.
I fucking miss you.
But I refuse to show you.
I’m done being the one who comes crawling back all the damn time.
I want you to think I’ve moved on,
That I’m fine without you.
Because you’re obviously fine without me.