Damn. I knew you didn’t want to be with me.
Didn’t know you wanted to forget about me too.
I get it now.
What’s a life so great and wonderful if you have no one to appreciate it with?
Can we rewind to a month ago? When I was happy. Truly happy. When everything I’ve been wanting and waiting for, I finally found. In you.
Talk about worst timing. You need time and space. And I’m giving it to you. As hard as it is for me, I know it’s what you want/need right now.
I just want you to know that I haven’t given up. Just because things are hard, doesn’t mean you just throw it all away. Right now, I’m taking this time to focus on myself and be better.
Praying everyday for you. And patiently waiting for your name to once again pop up on my phone.
I want nothing more than for you to be happy. For me to be happy. For us to be happy together.who got away.
God, I just want you to be the one
who finally fucking stayed.
I use to be able to tell you everything. Now, I just keep things to myself. I guess that’s what happens when you get older.
This is starting to sound like a broken record.
Even though I’m not attached to you, my thoughts always seem to lead back to you.
Right before I go to sleep, I wonder what you’re doing.
Sometimes, I even fantasize about you and I to help myself fall asleep.
Sometimes, I just want to text you, just to see your name pop up on my phone.
But it’s weird.
Because I don’t miss you. I don’t need to text you or talk to you. I don’t crave you.
Yet I do.
Well… we’ll see how things go when I see you in late August.
