I don’t miss you. I miss the way that you made me feel. I miss sleeping in your arms and making you smile and having a best friend I can tell everything to. I miss your touch and your kisses and how you make me feel wanted. I miss how you got me fake flowers when I told you I was allergic to real ones. I miss all the little things. But I don’t miss the low lie of you cheating on me. I don’t miss you. I miss what you gave me. Happiness.
My father figure texted me “just remember it was cool when it was good and now all you have is those good memories. The bad ones will fade and his touch will too. Soon enough you won’t remember how he felt. But now it’s time to move on and love yourself for bettering yourself.” It was about how my ex cheated on me. I cried.
Why do we fall in love with people that we know are bad for us. And then when it ends it’s the most depressing thing you ever go through
I’m not fucking crawling back to you