Every morning, I wake up looking for a text from you.
A simple, "hey" or a "good morning"..
Nothing, just a blank screen.
The time reads 6:23.
I wish you thought about me the way I thought about you.
I miss you more than anything.
I want to let go.
I want the pain to stop.
I'm so attached to you.
I want to hate you.
However, I get up every morning..thinking..
"Maybe he will be proud of me."
I wish you were.
I wish I was more than just someone you can barely remember..
