a note№ 035
It’s the kind of night where you miss someone who isn’t missing you back. I’ve learned to be okay with that, I think. There’s a world I still visit sometimes. You’re never there. I go anyway. Almost reaching out, then not.
It’s the kind of night where you miss someone who isn’t missing you back. I’ve learned to be okay with that, I think. There’s a world I still visit sometimes. You’re never there. I go anyway. Almost reaching out, then not.