I’m so tired of missing you. I want this to be over.
It’s 3 a.m…. And I wish you were laying next to me. I miss you.
I should have fought harder for us. This is killing me, I miss you so much. I want to move on, I need to move on and I can’t. Everyday I start a message to you… But I stop because I know that if you missed me like I miss you, you’d text me. I wish i could let you go as easily as you let me go.










