it hurts to wake up and know you're gone.
you aren't gone.
you're going to come back, you're going to walk through my front door and this will all had been a sick sick fucking joke, and i won't even be mad.
i need you to come back.
see, i tell myself every night, alone in that big bed that you'll come back, and this will all be a dream.
everyone says that's not reality, that you really are gone.
you aren't gone if you're in my heart.
it hurts to be in public and be reminded of you.
i have a permanent lump in my throat from trying to hold back tears.
i love you so much and you're gone, you're hurting me.
you aren't gone, what the hell am i saying?
you're going to open my door and come back. i know it.
i feel it.
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saudade || markhyuck
Fanfiction(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains" "i need you to come back."
