I miss you so much. And I want to tell you and I want you to know I still love you somehow.
But what would be the point in even telling you.
You're something I want to move on from.
But something I wanted forever.
Your existence is bittersweet.
I've moved on.
But the memories haunt my dreamery.
Also telling me of the things I fear the most with you.
I want to be there for you, but why won't you be there for me?
Come back.
Be mine.
I hate that I love you so much.
And I couldn't explain one reason why I feel such a thing for you.