It's 1.23 AM and i don't know what to do. I miss you so much it hurts and I never stopped thinking where you are or what you're doing. Not even once, all night. It hurt so fucking much that you weren't there beside me, and I couldn't talk, couldn't socialize, couldn't be present because of the empty space your ghost leaves behind.
Any Day I would choose watching movies with you over going out and getting wasted. Of course I would, because the only thing I can think of when I'm out there feeling the bass from the speakers pumping through my blood, is you. You, lying awake with your phone, you watching our favorite show alone and you sleeping in our bed, alone.
I just wanna dive into you. It doesn't matter if we don't know how deep the water is. I just want to jump over this edge. We will either crash or fly, that's no secret. So be it.
I don't care.
If I don't try... I won't ever be okay with it.
