let her go

8

Staring at the ceiling in the dark

Same old empty feeling in your heart

'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast - p

i stared at my ceiling, ignoring the fact i couldn't see anything because it was dark. 

it had to be at least eight now; i had left right after i broke up with her and came straight home; thinking of her. i felt empty.

honestly, empty.

my bed felt colder without her, and i felt like i was missing something. and i was.

i was missing her. 

i reached out, taking my phone and holding it in front of my face. i clicked on her contact name, my thumb hovering over the call button. 

i wanted to call her, i wanted her here, i needed her here. 

but she didn't want me. i had hurt her enough.

is this what love felt like? what a heartbreak felt like?