I think I'm out of the phase where I just lie on my floor hoping you'll just turn up on my doorstep
You know what, I'm doing ok. Getting there.
You spend enough time with a person and your bodies memorise each other.
Some where there might be a world in which on that day in February...I didn't say all those things I didn't mean and you didn't walk away without another word
We'd still have bubble tea with those god-awful slimy globules of jelly down the bottom with I hate
I wish you'd...talk to me
Cuz you know what. I'm not doing well. Life is actually pretty shit.
I hope they're treating you well...because I miss you more than ever
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