We stood there in silence, patiently waiting for ourselves to be picked up. My eyes stared into spaces while yours on your phone.
I waited. I waited for you to say a word. But nothing. Nothing came out of your sinful mouth.
God fucking hell the pain of the silence was killing me.
I wanted to tell you, I wanted to tell you how much I love you and how much you have hurt me by your game. But nothing came out from me either. I guess it's better that way.
But it hurts.
Memories started to flood into my stupid head and it's tearing me apart. Your presence made it worse.
When I got home, I broke down almost immidiately. Tears came rushing down. I'm a mess, I'm a huge mess. And you're the one to blame.
