i hate that i miss you. I hate that all i can think about is the past couple of weeks and all i can think of is you. its been such a mix of emotions and a rollercoaster of feelings. i keep trying to recollect our conversations on the couch in the back of the club. i laid beside you holding your arm while we talked about our timing and how we could have been amazing. and now you are gone. why did all of that come out of your mouth. if we didnt say anything and kept it as it is, none of this would be the same. I would be fine now. i would miss you but i wouldnt miss you like this. fuck.







