𝑻𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕...

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎... 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆... 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎... 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆... 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎... 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔...

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆....

It hurts when you realise you aren't as important to someone as you thought you were...

I overanalyze situations because I'm scared of what will happen if I'm not prepared for it...

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈...

I miss you ... I miss the one you were before ... the one I fell in love with ... I miss your voice, your perfume, your hug ... I miss the way you made me feel ... I miss you and what we had... And it hurts...

And suddenly we were strangers again...