I want to be there for you when you need me.
I know I have to let you go soon
but I don’t want to.
What I lack and what I am not
make up my insecurities,
my insecurities make me who I am,
Who I am I despise.
I love you, I’ll say it a million times even if you don’t feel the same way and I’ll just hope that you do some day.
It’s my take on happiness.
I’m missing you.
Please do not ignore me.
I can’t bring myself to accept this. I’ve expected it but I don’t want to believe in it. You told me you loved me. You said that it was true.
Pointless hoping eh?
i will stop