It’s been a while since I came back on here,
but i missed it.
I missed this deepest most personal way of expressing myself.
I miss a lot of things.
I miss how everything used to be
Things of you and me.
We knew it would end with a bang, a star that strong can only become a supernova.
And in our vast universe, it was the only star that I cared about.
I do this to myself.
I’m not upset, not at you.
I just hope that you truly are happy, or at least getting there.
Your laughs reach my deepest emotions.
I only want the best for you, and if it requires me to never be in your life again, I’ll take it.
But i’ll never forget you, our dumb conversations, that time we tried buying a star, or even the last time we hung out after my work was over.
I’m glad we had what we had.
Id love to talk to you once more just to properly wrap things up. I promise I’ll be less sociopathic. But if i never speak to you again.
Please remember us.