It's funny that such a small gesture could mean so much to me and most likely so little to you.
I still miss you sometimes but i know i shouldn't. I know i shouldn't think too much of this. it's like hearing your voice and looking back to see that you're not there, as has always been. I was just hoping. As i always do. And i wish that some day, for once, you'll be there. Or someone will be there. Something.
I miss you and i don't know how to tell you and i shouldn't because of a lot of reasons and one of those reasons being it never was the same for you anyway, what's the point, i'm just breaking my own heart.