My heart never knew loneliness, until you went away. I'm missing you more and more each and every day.

Have you ever wanted to ask a question so badly? But didn't, because you knew your heart couldn't handle the answer?

You know the friend who says they hate when someone does something to them? And then turns around and does it to you the same day? Yeah, I have that friend.

I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not going to pretend like everything is okay. You're not going to make me feel bad. Not this time.

Is it really to much if all I ask for is to not be sad?