I keep telling myself I dont miss you, I miss the idea of you. Maybe one day that will actually be true.
Untitled: I miss you. To the point I ache with my whole and total being. I...
I miss you. To the point I ache with my whole and total being. I didn’t know it was possible to even hurt this bad. Your name is always on the tip of my tongue waiting for its chance to be spoken. And I do speak it, often. But it doesn’t take the pain away. The pain of never hearing your voice…
(Source: kushandwizdom)
(Source: kushandwizdom)
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