I miss the Skype calls.
I miss choking on my words before the inevitable hang-up.
I wish I hadn't fucked up so bad and pushed you away.
Things to miss
And
Things I wish
They cant be fixed, so I'll sit here and suffer with my choices.
Maybe one day, we can look back and laugh.
Maybe one day, I won't ache from missing you.
Maybe one day, I'll self destruct and meet you in the stars.
No matter what...
We're still galaxies apart.
YOU ARE READING
•existence
Духовная литература//a series of life writings// some based on one person, some based on another, some on non existant people
