My intention of visiting this space to type out something logical is always made up from all the sad thoughts, contradicting not only the post below, but also the efforts i've been putting in the past month to shoo em' sadness away
I still find myself listening to the recordings i have of you in my phone on nights that i can't sleep, even tho i could have had more if i didn't forget to sync the old one. The sense of familiarity keeps me safe and sane, sometimes making me hate the extra space i have on my bed
Having heard things about you here and there, i wonder if i ever knew you at all. How can love built up and shared over months be dished aside that easily? Or is it that our love isn't strong enough for you to want to just idle in it for a little while more
Saturday nights just dump me back into the pool of upset thoughts all over again.
Like old times, i wish you were here
But you've probably wandered far enough to hear nothing of it. Wake up tiny wake up. Wake up and get over yourself
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