That moment you left me in California, alone,
For days, for weeks, for months,
The distance kills,
And I guess you didn't know that.
I sat and waited for hours, pondering on the windowsill where I once sat on your laps in that brown rocking chair looking out to the trees.
I waited because I thought you would come back to find that you couldn't live without me,
Just like I couldn't survive without you.
I guess that wasn't the case.
I thought you would message me,
Everyday, like those empty promises those couples would make when one of them would leave to some place far away,
Something like us.
And I thought I wouldn't be heartbroken by you,
When I wouldn't get your messages at three in the morning,
When I would wake up and find that you're no longer next to me, but in another foreign country overseas.
It wasn't until exactly one year and one day later that you told me you would like me to move with you to England, remember?
I had said yes because,
I heard from my friends:
Long distance relationships never work.
And perhaps for us,
Near or far,
It'll never work.
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For my babe @footbaII who has a math final tomorrow. She's saying that 48 hours is a pain to wait for, so here you go bby. ♡
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Em xo
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57 Reasons to Break Up | Aaron Ramsey
FanfictionIf you ever need a reason to break up, here's 57 valid and invalid truths and lies for you to tell; told to an Arsenal player by a short girl. © propensity, 2014-2015. Cover by @footbaII.