It’s been 7 months since we said our goodbyes. At least 6 months since you’ve even given me a second thought, I’m guessing. No idea how many months you’ve had this new girlfriend. No clue how many months until we speak again. Not sure if I will ever get to hug you.
And yet, in the past 7 months, not a single one of those days passed without you entering my mind at least once.
It’s ridiculous that I still want you. That I still miss you. That I’m still holding onto hope for you.
And yet here I am. Pining over you.
- everyone worth dating: hi i live 231904803458 miles away from you
Have the urge to cry…not really sure why.
Meh, probably all of the above.