I miss you. I know we've said our good-byes, and I know we've gone our separate ways, but I still miss you I wish that people were like chalkboards, and we could wash our memories clean. But we're not. And we can't. Yet despite the anger that I feel sometimes, I still miss you.
We were happy once, and I remember those times. I remember how we smiled and laughed, and how you held my heart in your hand. I remember the tears and the fights and how I took my heart back, bruised and slightly wilted. But still, somehow, I miss you, and I just wanted you to know that