i hate how i still check my phone hoping it’s you. even after everything. even after the dry replies, the long silences, and the way you made me feel like i was too much for just wanting effort. i keep telling myself to stop, but some part of me is still waiting for a version of you that already left
A gente tinha tudo pra dar certo, conexão, companheirismo, carinho, vontade.
Mas faltou o principal: ESCOLHER! E quando ninguém escolhe a história só vira um “quase”..