#fallingforfriends

[midnights-broken-heart]

I hate that I can tell just from the fucking Snapchats she’s sending me that she’s not working today and she’s out at some other restaurant because the bar is different.

I hate that even when I’m at work, I can’t fucking escape her because my coworkers are talking about the restaurant where she works.

I hate that I think I’ll forever be haunted by her… looking around every corner to see if she’s there before I go, whispers at her when she’s not even around…

And fuck. My jacket still fucking smells like her.

[midnights-broken-heart]

I let her borrow my jacket and now a month later it still smells like her and I’ll forever be haunted by holding onto this piece of the us there never was.

[midnights-broken-heart]

I miss you.

This isn’t even the longest we’ve been apart

But this feels different

I miss you

But not like you miss a cute store you once loved

No-

I miss you like I miss my pillow on a long trip

Like if maybe I came home to you and fell asleep in your arms everything would be okay

I miss you like I miss the smell of honeysuckles in the dead of winter

Like the hope of seeing you will bring the promise of warmer days while I’m out in this cold.

I miss you like I miss my childhood dog

Like just seeing you happy could make the world feel like a better place.

I miss you.

But maybe you’re not mine to miss

Maybe I need to move forward and find someone else to miss.

But at least until then —

I miss you.

[midnights-broken-heart]

The cups are still on my dresser from that night

We shared a drink

We shared a dance

But we’ll never share a life together, and that’s something I’m still coming to terms with.

[midnights-broken-heart]

I’ve fallen off the monkey bars

I’ve fallen off a horse

I fallen down the stairs

But somehow falling for you hurt the worst

[midnights-broken-heart]

I told you I love you and you left — but my house still smells like you and that’s really fucking unfair.

[midnights-broken-heart]

When you find her favorite vape, that’s hard to find, out in the wild and you bring it to her and you sit and wonder yourself… is this what Tim McGraw meant when he wrote Just To See You Smile?

[midnights-broken-heart]

Getting my Spotify wrapped and realizing just how much of my year was occupied thinking about her hurt just a little.