every now and then i look back and i think to myself that i miss it. that i miss us. i then think abt what that would mean. it would mean that i miss ur touch but it also means i miss the times u made me jealous on purpose. it would mean that i miss the feeling u gave me when i felt alive but it would also mean that i would miss the fear u had of commitment and of what others thought. so, no, i dont miss us. i dont miss what we had. i think i miss what couldve been. but its ok. if its meant to be, i was always told they'll be back, not necessarily on their own accord, but destiny. maybe.
