Thoughts
You know, I'd tell myself I didn't need you and I'd be able to get by without you in my life. That I could move on, be happy, and grow old without an us; even that I didn't need to talk to you. But as the days pass, the more I look back, I realize I fucked up and I can't go on another month without you. I know I've said things I can't take back, but that's only because there's so much work that'd need be done. But hey, if you're up for the challenge, I guess so am I.










