was there anything i could’ve done to make the distance matter less? anything that would’ve made me worth the risk of fighting through it? anything i could’ve done those ten months to have made u love me just enough to really want me? anything that would’ve made u tell me not to go? anything that would’ve made you tell me we could fix it?
anything that would mean we’d be talking rn and i wouldn’t be staring at the ceiling wondering how i went wrong? i would’ve done anything. instead i’m talking to this stupid fucking screen. i miss you man.