I'm trying to move on, but my heart won't let go.
I might not be texting you, or even seeing you. But, I'd respond in a heartbeat should that notif pop up on my phone.
I may not greet you like I did on the daily, but even a year later... you're still the last thought when I fall asleep.
It may no longer be the blissful smiles, and instead be the tearful cries. But I miss you and I think about you.
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 7:41 PM UTC
I'm trying to move on, but my heart won't let go.
I might not be texting you, or even seeing you. But, I'd respond in a heartbeat should that notif pop up on my phone.
I may not greet you like I did on the daily, but even a year later... you're still the last thought when I fall asleep.
It may no longer be the blissful smiles, and instead be the tearful cries. But I miss you and I think about you.
titles are hard...
