I know you were you on my profile last night. Was it because you miss me? Did you want to make sure it was really me, to protect me?
Maybe I'm reading way too far into it. Maybe you were bored or clicked on it on accident and were curious. I really hope you don't still care. I hope you don't still miss me. Not because I don't miss you. Hell, I don't think it'll ever stop hurting. But I know now the things I did that lead up to it all and I know I'd hurt you again and I don't think my heart could take that.
YOU ARE READING
Emotional Shit
Non-FictionJust some random (not random) stuff I wrote about a person that doesn't matter to me (they matter a lot and I can't stop thinking about them and missing them)
