Why do I still miss you…
Why do I find your scent comforting when I wrap myself in the blanket you gave me…
I’m so angry at you, I can’t even say your name without gritting my teeth, and yet when I’m at my lowest points, yours are the arms I wish I could melt into.
Why are you like this?
Why couldn’t things have worked out, even as friends?
I know that even after you effed me over multiple times, I would still run into your arms if I saw you again.
It isn’t fair.
My dog is dying and I can’t even talk to you about it.
I can’t even effing talk to you without having to be the one to text first.
God knows if you’d even reply.
I hate you.
But I can’t stop freaking missing you, Josh.