how can you be so okay with us not being together. after almost three years, so attached to each other. and now we can walk past each other, as if we were strangers. i used to call you, exactly at 3:04 in the morning, practically begging for your help. and you helped. and i loved you for that. you were patient, you listened.
and now it's 3:02 in the morning, and i'm all alone with a war in my head. what am i supposed to do now. you were all that i had, in the chaotic world that we both lived in. you were the only one that kept me sane, when i knew i wasn't.
i'd be that one house, with all of the lights on. when the whole city is asleep. talking to you. because you said you cared. you don't.
3:03 in the morning, tapping my screen and wondering if you even regret doing what you did. wondering if you're up doing the same thing as i. wondering if you still love me the way you said you did before.
exactly, 3:04 a.m. i can't even take this anymore, so i press call. biting down on my lip, waiting to hear the sweet, sweet voice that always brought pleasure to my ears. waiting.
and i called, and i called. it's been this way for years.
— the one that got away
