Fuck yeah it is.. except the different, is that even though I pretend I don't care? I can't hide a lie. The whole God damn world knows how much I care. And how much it kills me every single day. But hey, whatever right ?
You're honestly my favorite place.
I love when talking to someone becomes a routine. Like, your day isn't done until you talk to that person
It hurts everyday knowing this is exactly what happened. You became everything to me and you knew it. Then you up and left. Without a word.