So I write this post to you. This is not going to be the last time. I'm not yet stopping.
Everything hits me at night. The nights seem colder and I miss you so bad.
I've become used to missing you.
Once you started to care, It won't stop.
It's hard not to care for someone who knows you better than you know yourself.
I had eyes for you and only you. I just love consistency. You've always meant more
to me than I meant to you. Time passed by, loving you became really difficult.
It's possible to get addicted to someone. Someone who'll love you when you hate yourself.