you know, i've been using our chat as a space.
since you've been gone, i've been writing everything that concerns me, everything i would've asked you for advice about into that little space.
and every time i see this damned single grey hook that tells me that you'll never read my message, i die a little bit more inside.
it's like you stabbed a knife into my back and every time i send you another message like i used to do, it turns and comes closer to my heart.
there's so many song lyrics that come to mind when i think about you. nothing compares 2 u, prince. i lost a friend, finneas. i'm lost without you, blink-182.
but none of them make me understand.
none of them help me understand your last cryptic message.
the last one you ever wrote.
no matter what i do, i can't shake the feeling that it's my fault. i missed the signs. i wasn't the one who ran after you first when you left the club, crying. i wasn't the one who brought you back, hugging you tight. i wasn't the one who talked to you, made sure you were okay.
so i was the one who you turned away from.
yes, it was a slow process, and yes, i was too stupid to realize it.
maybe i don't know what's lost til i find it. (thanks for that lyric too, harry styles.)
but there is one lyric that is the only way to describe what i feel when i think about you, which is every day.
"Every morning, I remember that you're really gone." -F64, Ed Sheeran
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