There are nights that I think of you even when I'm sober. I thought you could only miss the star crossed love of your life at 3 AM in the morning when you're fucked up as hell and crying in the bathroom of a stranger, at a party you didn't even get invited to. But that's not how it works right? The novels lie.
You miss the star crossed love of your life at two in the afternoon when you're driving past your favourite restaurant, long lost memories flooding in from everywhere.
And then it's hits you... That you had everything that you ever wanted and YOU gave it all up.
-so can I pretend to drunk call you at two?
