maybe you're still mad at me and awlays will be, or maybe you're afraid of getting hurt again, or maybe you've just had enough, you're probably just done with my shit. But i miss you and I'm hoping you feel the same, i do hope you're hurting just as much as i am, that everytime i call you and you don't pick up you feel your heart breaking into so many pieces you can actually hear the sound if it.
god, i want you to be happy
but please, do it with me.
