you ever just miss people you know you had to get rid of? Like you were and asshole but damn i cared about you…
It’s like listening to a childhood favorite song and realizing what the lyrics mean and why you don’t like it anymore. Even if the child still in your heart wants it to play, you can’t stand it. But you loved it.
why does this love stick around like bad bruise? Why is it that to be loved is to be changed? Why can’t the changes leave with those people?











