its been a long time and im still thinking about you.
looking at our old pictures,
listening to all of the songs that remind me of you,
reliving what we once had.
is it worth it?
you fucked up a lot, but so did i
and that's what people don't know.
all my friends hate you but they don't know the shit i did either.
im still sorry about it by the way
you are still my favorite yet most painful story to tell,
i like to think that if the timing were different, it could have worked.
when my friends find out how i feel,
they will be like "after all this time?"
and i will say yes.
and i honestly don't know what it is about you.
when I first saw you, it was such a weird feeling. nothing i had ever felt before.
and every night,
i hope that you'll come back.
maybe it meant nothing to you,
but it meant the world to me.
