Ready for a yap ?
Ofc ur not ! Have fun !
I miss them. I miss them like how I miss my pride and joy before she took it away from me that day. I miss them like how a fish misses water. I miss them like how a writer misses writing. I miss them like how an artist misses the canvas.
It's not fair, how do I know they're alive or not? We haven't spoken since February 4th.
I regret it all. I regret ever allowing myself to type those "serious things" , no matter what they were.
...
I regret ever letting myself fall in love with them.
The only chance I had to confess, I gave away. I was scared they would treat me like how she did, how dare I think of them in such an insulting way.
I'd give my heart and soul out to have them back. I'd do anything to hear their voice again or even see a text message from them once more.
I'd smile if they asked me to.
I'd laugh if they asked me to.
I'd cry if they asked me to.
I'd gouge my eyes out if they asked me to.
I'd kill somebody if they asked me to.
I'd change everything about myself if it meant I could have them back...
They're the oxygen to my lungs, the brain in the empty space of my skull, the Two time to my Azure, the iTrapped to my Chance.
My entire world.
And it was taken from me before I could even process it.
