I miss you. It's undeniable. I can try to avoid it as much as I want, but I can't help aching to have you back whenever you vaguely cross my mind. The worst part probably is that you don't miss me back. I wouldn't be surprised if I never even crossed your mind. Why don't you want me back? What we had was so great. I want to run back to you so badly and confess everything I feel, but I know it's futile. Nothing will change. You won't care. And now the only thing I have left to do is sit here and gruellingly wait for the pain to, pass.
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