Friday, November 16
I've learnt to be better without you. The little things that I would tell you, it doesn't feel as bad keeping it by myself. I still spend so much time wanting to talk to you. Missing you. Rereading old conversations. Wishing things were a lot different. Spent countless nights thinking about you..wondering if I crossed your mind today. But maybe you're doing better without me. Maybe you're happy. I miss you, as usual.