"The smell of your cologne got stuck on my sheets, and, I can not really tell if that is a good or bad thing, actually. I lay down on the bed and face the ceiling. Instantly memories of us together come to my mind as bullets, filling it while the tears rolling down from my eyes were all I could really feel.
If I'm being honest, I have never felt so empty as I feel now. I never loved someone as I loved you.
Why am I missing you? You hurt me, you fucking hurt me. You made me feel like I was useless, unworthy of everything, and you even made me hate myself.
Why I have to be like this? Why am I missing you? Why do we always miss the person who makes us forget who we are? Why?"
