I'm in my room but I'm wishing that I could be with you right this instant so badly. In your car, with that sharp tangy air freshener hanging over the A/C, listening to your strange music that I usually don't listen to unless you introduce them to me, snuggling close for warmth as the sky keeps raining and droplets would form on the glass windows, racing down after each other.

Pretty boys aren't worth crying over, I know. But why are my eyes clouded with tears and my heart is squeezing painfully in my chest? "You aren't mine, you aren't mine, you aren't mine. You never were and you never will be. You belong with someone else. And you're quite happy, too." My mind rang so I quickly press exit and lock my phone. It isn't worth it.

-m.b