It's funny isn't it?
How fast happiness can turn into sorrow,
So quickly,
So unpredicted.
I used to love looking at your pictures,
I used to love hearing your voice.
But now it just hurts.
It makes the hole in my chest feel so shallow.
I miss you.
I miss us.
I miss everything we were.
Please come back.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
It's funny isn't it?
How fast happiness can turn into sorrow,
So quickly,
So unpredicted.
I used to love looking at your pictures,
I used to love hearing your voice.
But now it just hurts.
It makes the hole in my chest feel so shallow.
I miss you.
I miss us.
I miss everything we were.
Please come back.
Turning blue again.
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