I deleted a few pictures of you off my phone today along with some messages you had sent months back. Messages where you told me how much you loved and missed me and how bad you wanted to be with me. I don’t get those anymore, in fact, I don’t hear from you at all. I still miss you. I miss you when I lie awake in bed. I miss you when I wake up with heavy eyes in the morning. I miss you when I’m out with my friends. I miss you in the middle of a laugh. Yes, maybe I miss you a little too much. I always wonder how you are. I wonder if you’re happy; if you’re truly happy. I wonder if you still think about me or if I ever cross your mind. I wonder if you ever see or hear things that remind you of me: like a movie I loved or a song I hated. Yes, I think about you a lot and it may not seem like it, but I guess…I miss you less than I did yesterday.
LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via thoughtsofla)
