My eyes still tear up when I think about you, I’m still in love with you. Every. Single. Piece. Of. Me. Misses you.
My heart is so incredibly sensitive. As much as I try to be strong, at the end of the day, I still wish I had someone to text everyday. I wish someone would text me “good morning” everyday. I wish I had someone to surprise. I wish you were still around. I wish I could let things go because maybe, I still wouldn’t be hurt. I feel like an idiot for missing everything still.