I miss everything we had.
Even if it wasn’t much. Those little things, the planning of our future and if we were close, it sounded wonderful. The way you described how you loved me and wanted to be with me forever. I believed you and I still want to, because something about all this had to be true. It couldn’t have all just been pretend. If at least a part of it was true, I believe I’ll be okay.3 years ago • 35 notes

