the worst part about all this is that there is nothing i can do. i can’t make you want me. i can’t make you miss me, and i certainty cant make you love me again.
i just don’t want you to forget me. i want you to remember all our little things like i do, that every time i think of make me smile like a stupid child.
we had our shit times that we did, but when we were good; we were wonderful. fucking hell i miss you.
