"Little things matter.",
but why is it that
you never replied me back every night
you never recalled the night we hung out
for the first time
you never rang me first
you never said goodbye to me
on the night you left me alone
I'm not even a little thing
for you, but in my mind
you were the little thing
that everyone is so reluctant to say.
just saying or maybe i'm such a terrible writer after all.
