there isn’t a day that goes by that i don’t hope that things will go our way, that the universe will fight for us; that life won’t stand in our way and problems won’t arise so that i can have you by my side forever.
we almost became something. and you almost loved me and i almost loved you. we almost made it, but almost isn’t enough. i guess they were right when they said that almost was the saddest word in the world because you were my almost and now you’re gone and i don’t know what to do with myself.
I hope you’re dying without me. I hope whenever you think of me your chest tightens and it makes it hard for you to breath. I hope that’s the reason you don’t respond to my texts anymore and I hope that’s the reason you try not to look at me. Because that’s the pain I went through. My chest ached when I thought of you. I tried not to look at you because tears would swell in my eyes. I hope that’s the reason you changed around me because if this were easy for you I think it’d kill me even more.
i’d like to tell you that i’m over it, that i’m over this, that i’m over you; but then i see the picture of the both of us on the side of my bed and i realized i’m not over you at all, not even a little bit, not even close.