I miss the random long messages
I miss your sweet poetry pieces about me
I miss how you would always flaunt that you’re so lucky to have me
I miss how you could immediately notice there’s something wrong
I miss how you would always remind me that i’m not alone and that I’ll always have you.
I guess as relationships grow overtime,
Some things really do change,
Some things fade, and
Some things arent what they are used to be anymore.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
I miss the random long messages
I miss your sweet poetry pieces about me
I miss how you would always flaunt that you’re so lucky to have me
I miss how you could immediately notice there’s something wrong
I miss how you would always remind me that i’m not alone and that I’ll always have you.
I guess as relationships grow overtime,
Some things really do change,
Some things fade, and
Some things arent what they are used to be anymore.
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