I still remember the first time i saw your face and how we first started talking. I still remember your smell, smile, laugh, and the way you made me feel. But i took to long, I didnt tell you how i need you. All the moments you tried to make me jealouse made me hurt inside, but now i miss those moments. The ones that hurt the most now are the ones that made me happy then, the moments when you showed me signs that you needed me.
Now youre gone, but you still lurk, commenting and liking my dumbest posts even though youre now taken.
Its all or nothing. And you are just there, in the middle, a place that disturbs me to the core.