letters assembled.

plastic

When I hold these little plastic toys in my hands It feels like for a moment you are back, next to me... 

But You arent- and these shitty plastic molds are nothing. Yet for some reason I can feel it.. it means so much.

I miss you. I miss your love. You will forever be my only one. Through a vast expanse and when one of us dies.. the possibility of happiness disapears... because you are my only true happiness. You are my only light

I have thrown everything that reminds me of you away. Including those shopkins.

What a fucking world. What a world we live in.

I cant stop thinking of you. Not even of the memories we made but the laughter.

You completed me and now i am half of what I was.

I am broken.

I wonder to myself, if I would have forgiven you rught away, or if I would have not gone to prom or talked to that waste of time...

Would we honestly still be together?

The answer to that question hurts me.
I miss you. We recently passed knowing each other for five years. Why is it the majority of that time i have only felt hurt inside of my being?

Why without you I feel lost. Am I obsessed? Why is it easy to forget and so damn hard to remember.

Even now I see your face in my dreams.

Even now I remember the minute I met you.

What the fuck is wrong with me.

What the fuck is wrong with me???

You wont ever see this.

That hurts so much more.