and i never really got to say goodbye
but maybe that was my fault
my fault for thinking that somewhere in your kisses and your promises and your smiles there was an apology hidden in there
but there was no “i’m sorry i’m doing this to you” and no other explanation for the way you left or why it even happened in the first place
i guess you could say i’m confused, or still in love, but at this point i don’t know which one is worse
it’s been almost five months and i still lie awake at night wondering if you’ve forgotten the sound of my laugh or why my father and i don’t get along
i think maybe i’m kidding myself because it’s childish to think someone who almost loved you still cares enough to wonder if you slept alright last night, right?
it’s childish to think that someone who swore they’d never get you out of their head still remembers your favorite color and your middle name, right?
not a day has gone by where i don’t try to hold on to the areas of my body that used to have your lips pressed against them (via compljcated)
