I guess it really sucks, we were made for each other. I know we were, because when I was with you it felt like the entire world stopped spinning and we were the only people who could move through the empty space. It's horrible because we were perfect, but our timing was well and truly out. We weren't meant to fall in love so early, but we did, we fell so fucking hard for each other. We acted like we were married and I was so addicted, addicted to the idea of finally feeling at home. You were my home, you were my everything and I can't help but dream of the day we reunite. But everything's different now, you're with her and I'm still waiting for the day you message me telling me that I'm everything you've ever wanted and that you're sorry, and I'll take you right back and we can continue to build on our love. I loved you, more than anything, I put everything into us and yet I still believe I could give you more, and all I ask, all I want, is one more chance. I pray every night you wake up and miss me, I pray that you suddenly realise that it's me and it always has been me, but the chances are slim and yet I'm still depending my whole life on them.
