To The Guy Who Made Me Hope For More
I miss how you told me you missed me. I miss us. Even though there was no ‘us’.
I miss how you told me you missed me. I miss us. Even though there was no ‘us’.
Someday, when we have both wrinkles and white hair, we are going to hold our hands and watch the beautiful sunset, and we gonna say “we made it”.
It’s okay to feel alone. It’s okay to close the door. It’s okay not to feel okay. It’s okay to feel weak.