I miss you.

in the past we always made up. we always worked it out. we always found our way back to each other. it’s hitting me that will never happen again. it’s really over. as mad as I am…I don’t want it to be over. I want you back. I miss you terribly.

When will this feeling leave me? I don’t want to need you, when you don’t care. I don’t to love you like this—In memories, in longing, in bitterness, and anger. As I lay here wishing with all my heart you’d just care enough to make amends and choose me, knowing that day will only exist in alternate timelines