I miss you more and more everyday
I hate knowing that there’s a chance you could be alive if I hadn’t been so stupid. I hate that my first love is dead.
Everynight I pray this is all a hoax and that in a few years, you’ll come back.
I cry at night and hold onto my pillow and say your name over and over again as if that’ll make you come back.
Sometimes I can’t wait to go to sleep, because its my chance to lay with you and talk to you, my chance to see you in my dreams. You were perfection, and I let you go. You were my best friend. Sometimes at night, I feel as if ill be with you soon, and it doesn’t scare me. Ill just keep living life, till the day I’m with you again.
