I remember talking to you all evening that night in December and not
letting you go to sleep because I wanted to be the first to wish you
happy birthday at midnight. And I remember the butterflies when I sat
there knowing we were both wishing to be in each other's arms at that
moment. Now I sit here as another year passes for me and I would be
overjoyed to hear a single word from you, even if it won't be "I miss
you too." But my screen never lights up, I don't see your name flash
with a ding, and I know that I won't even be crossing your mind
tonight. Or tomorrow. I used to fantasize that when today comes,
asking you to sneak over here to give me a birthday kiss but now that
you're a thousand miles away, I would probably cry if you so much as
even said hello.
I really miss you. I wish you felt the same about me every once in a
while so I wouldn't feel so pathetic...
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Notes
De TodoA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
