It hurts
And feels incredibly weird
Knowing that you're probably seeing my texts and ignoring them
Knowing that I love you and you love me, but you're not mine
Knowing how far November is and just how easily your feelings for me can change
Knowing that you're probably trying to move on from me
Knowing that you may never kiss me again
Knowing that you say you'll wait and that you're willing
Knowing that I cannot know how true that is
Knowing that you might, that you CAN
Thinking that I'm probably not worth it
Thinking you'd be annoyed I'm saying that
Wanting it back
Wanting our kisses
Wanting our hands together
Wanting our conversations trailing off till three am again
Wanting our hugs
Wanting you.
Wanting us.
Love. Babe. __. ______. I love you. So much.
Kisses in the park
Holding you and not wanting to let go
My sweatshirt smelling like you
I love you.
So.
Much.
It hurts.
And I am endlessly missing you.
