È che ultimamente sei in tutte quelle coincidenze fortunate che mi portano ad incontrarti.
Mi hanno ricordato che è un po’ che mi manchi, che ci stai mettendo troppo a tornare dall'ennesimo addio.
Mi fanno avere paura che non ci sarai più nei miei domani ma io sto ancora qui ad aspettarti.
Yep it’s your ex somewhat lover person, su casi amante. Look, I genuinely hope you’re happy, for real, even if it’s with a new girl you get to explore all over again. Hell, if you’ve got yourself two girls and you’re happy then good for you, it just stings to think about anyone other than me touching you. I hope my hands will always be your favourite. Sometimes this longing for you takes over me and suddenly I’m drinking down a bottle of whiskey just to fill the spot inside my chest that’s still reserved for you. I truly want you to be happy Santi, but sometimes I have this selfish hope that you feel sad over missing me. Okay, I’m too good of a person to say sad, I don’t want that for you, despite how sad you could make my heart. But could you at least miss me, remember me? I was really hung up on you, hung up on everything about you from the cliches like your smile and eyes to the random things like your cute snoring and funny feet. I was hung up on us, and metaphorically, after our “phone call” became less interesting, you hung up on me. Metaphorically, I’ve been staring at this phone but I never have the courage to call you back. Maybe one day.
I’m not sure if things would have turned out differently had you known about my feelings for you. It was against the rules of what we got ourselves into and my pride would never let me stoop so low. You know me.
My intuition has always known that you felt something for me, at some point, but that’s not the point, point is you’re gone now and I need to move on.
Yeah, I miss you buddy.
From: Hayley (but you used to call me “something else”)