I don’t miss you. I miss the idea of you. The idea of being in love. Because I’ve never had that again. But you have. And you’ve told me about it. And I’ve helped you achieve it. Because that’s how much I love you. And now I don’t know what else to say.
I am alone. I am alone, and afraid, and lonely. And I miss my friends. And I miss the hope I used to have.
"The best part? I don’t even think I like you"
"Tattoo my lips with permanent kisses."