June 24th, 2005


(no subject)


It's your birthday tomorrow. I can still remember what we did last year. Snuggling together in your living room. Getting ready to jump apart should your mother walk in. Discovering hidden pleasures.

And now. You don't know me, I don't know you.

I miss you. I really do. I just wish we could just be back to the way we were. Even though I've forgotten what it used to be like. I wish you could remind me. I wish we never broke up.

Instead of me crying, sitting here alone drinking in an empty bid to get you out of me head.

You have no idea how much I hurt.