yeah….but fuck that bitch
We’re never going to get over him, are we?
I don’t mean this to sound like I want to, I don’t, but this is just…. some days it’s like a knife in the heart.
Today in particular.
I miss him. I miss his awkward off beat dancing, his crooked smile, the effort he put into everything.
I don’t know. I just… I keep expecting him to turn up like the others. But he’s not like the others. And he won’t.