I fucking miss you.
you were a huge, important part of my life. You left once before and it tore out a part of me that hurt so badly, I never recovered. I could have understand that, when you decided you could talk to me again, maybe we had grown apart or maybe I wasn’t smart enough to be your friend.. But you could have told me.
instead you ghosted me *again*. Then I kept trying to reach out because you said you always appreciated that, but then you blocked me on Facebook. Probably on WhatsApp too.
I just don’t understand, even two years later. I thought at the very least, you’d be better. Maybe I’d at least get a goodbye.
Please tell me why my heart still breaks thinking of you. 💔















