“And every time I think I’ve finally escaped you - the feelings underneath my skin - the memories flood back in - in rooms you’ve never visited, surrounded by new friends who you’ve never even heard of. That missing piece. The little bit of you I wish I could still have. Your presence exists in places you’ve never been. It’s me who haunts these spaces with the longing for what could have been.”
I’m still the same person but I’ve hoped you’ve changed, sorry I’m never coming home // What I want to say {m.a.)











