You didn't call me tonight.
For years, you never once forgot to call me before you want to sleep.
I remember that day when we were on the phone for so long, that we both fell asleep, and then I had to pay a lot for my phone bill.
My dad got really angry, but I couldn't care less. It was really funny.
This is the first night you haven't called to say goodnight. Now it's 3 a.m. and I'm awake, thinking about you.
I hate how you could change my mood so easily, Ryan.
You posted a photo of you and Molly cuddling a few hours ago.
I guess I don't really matter that much to you. At least not more than your little girlfriend.
YOU ARE READING
Lost
Teen FictionLife is chances that are taken But nothing's ever broken They're just pieces on the ground New hands need to build them -Touch by Troye Sivan