i know i shouldn’t, but i still hope for you. i still hope you’ll text. i still hope you’ll miss me. i still hope we’ll talk again. and maybe that’s why i can’t move on
no, im not okay. i wanna talk to you so bad. i miss you so fucking much rn. i miss our conversations. i miss how we used to talk everyday. i miss the way you treated me when we first started talking.
no, im not okay. i wanna talk to you so bad. i miss you so fucking much rn. i miss our conversations. i miss how we used to talk everyday. i miss the way you treated me when we first started talking.
it’s always at night when i miss you the most. when everything gets quiet, there’s nothing left to distract me from the fact that we don’t talk anymore. and suddenly, i’m missing conversations i used to take for granted, and wishing things didn’t have to end the way they did