The Mindset of a Writer.

17.

« I miss you, but I don't want you back. I miss when we were laughing to death about little things ridiculous that only us were finding this funny. I miss our late nights talking, not even wanting to sleep for a second because talking to you was better than sleeping. I miss when we could just talk all day long without getting boring no matter what we were talking about. I miss when you were talking to me about your issues, showing me that you trusted me enough to share anything with me. I miss when I was talking about my own issues to you knowing that you were the only person that will never judge me for anything. I miss you, but I don't want you back. You were my everything, now you're a stranger that I know every single little details, we fall apart. It doesn't matter why or how, but we did. And I miss you, thinking about you all nights, hoping I could change things but I don't want you back because it won't work. It won't, because we tried again and again, but it was to late, we are strangers again, a stranger that I once love more than anything. »