Sometimes I miss you like crazy, and I wish things would’ve end up differently.
Sometimes I think I feel nothing at all but when the night comes my heart wants you beside me.
Sometimes I remember all the things you said to me when we fought...could I be that bad of a person you said I was?
Sometimes I think to myself that I wouldn’t mind if you called me out or hurt me again, cause I want to talk to you again.
Yes.
I broke up with you. I walked away.
I was scared, hurt, and felt like a complete trash cause you made me believe I ruined you.
I still believe it’s true almost everyday.
I still care.
You may think “I won” because I left, but even tho it hurts, you still got me, probably the whole of me..
And at the end? You always win.