Tonight, you told me you were so happy for me until you teared while reading my message. Also, "You have no idea. Sometimes you complain so much I enjoy it."
(I cannot let you go)
The day I find someone that I can let into my heart again, I hope that they tell me that my complaints are something that they wouldn't mind hearing over and over again, just like how you told me that tonight. Even my mother tells me to tone it down.
I know the way you look at me when I am halfway through my rants. I catch it from time to time.
(I cannot let you go)
I told you that I hoped that you were holding up fine over at your side and that I missed talking to you as much as you miss hearing me complain about useless things.
You stopped replying. It's the right thing to do, I guess. I should have just stopped replying when you told me, "I'll see you in 6 months", with some ugly ass emoji. But I didn't. Because, just becasue
I cannot let you fucking go.
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