I thought things were going so well until a few days ago.
Missing someone is the worse feeling in the world. Knowing that anything you do or say can't change the fact that you'll never be as close. Especially when they have a completely different idea of you than the real you.
Every time I walk past somewhere, it reminds me of all the better times. The less stressful times. The times before things got rocky. When we still were friends. Before you said those hurtful things. Before either of us were hurt. Before the tears.
We're going down, and nothing can stop the fall.
I'll always think about you.
I'll always care about you.
You're the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Goodbye.