not fine

someday

i hate how everything has been tainted by you.

it's never the same when i walk past the yakitori shop. the one we ate at every friday night.

i skip my favourite song whenever it comes up on shuffle now. because it wasn't just my favourite song, it was our favourite song - our song.
the one we would sing and dance to while waiting for the pizza in the oven to be ready.

i haven't been to the movie theatre since our last movie marathon there.

i haven't even glanced, much less stepped foot into our room since then.

since you left.

for good.

i never realised just how you became such a big part of my life, and i wish i never took that for granted.

the memories we made and the moments we shared were blissful, but they only cause me pain now.

but perhaps someday these will all change.

someday - i might visit the yakitori place again, i might be able to sing and dance to our favourite song again, i might visit the movies again, and i might be able to bring myself to go into our room again.

but for now, i'll still be wearing your hoodies every night, the ones that still have your scent, to lie to myself that you're still with me even when you're not.

i miss you.

-

a/n

moving some of my oneshots over here to this book... mostly emo as usual & somewhat based on my personal experiences.

i was listening to bring it back by shawn mendes, with a dying phone sitting in front of a very memorable yakitori shop when i wrote this.

lots of love,
jane ❤️