Unsent Messages

i read our messages. everyday. everyday since u last left me on read. everyday i feel so alone, i look back at how safe u made me feel. how u instantly knew when something was wrong. where did i go wrong? i tried showing u how i felt but u never quite understood. u found me when i was at my lowest, and i rlly miss talking to you. fuck the things i would do too be able to text u, and let everything out. to feel so worthy of love again. u made me feel at home, when my home wasn’t safe. u’ll never see this, bc u always questioned what u meant too me, so you’d never guess this is me writing this, but if somehow u see this. i miss u. sm. u don’t understand the way my heart aches re-reading our texts. when u would spam me as i fell asleep early, wake me up making sure i slept okay, making sure i ate. i miss u johnny.