I hate to not know how is your day like. I hate to see you being tagged or you changing statuses while I have no idea what are they about. I hate to see you move on while I haven't.

I hate to always tell myself I've lost the best part of me and it's all my fault. I hate, imagining you and me together but knowing that I had to shake it off because it's it's not gonna happen anymore. I hate to look at the pamelo and the way you stared when I cut. I hate using a highlighter and recall what you made did back there in the dressing room.

I hate to not be part of your life anymore but I want to, so so badly. I want to be part of your life, but I have to tell myself, back off and SHUT the fuck up. I hate to imagine the touch of your hand, the coziness of your hugs, your softness. Yoir everything.

They might say, oh yh you look so much better than last week. They might say, you sound so much better, that's great you two get to stay friends.

I'm dying, inside. I'm dying.

Do you know how badly I have to make myself think it's excited. Plans with friends and everything...

I'm free already, bring me. I'm free from you, I can go anywhere.

I don't want to be free from you.

Please. Let fate bring us back together.
Please, I really hope you could come back after recovering from your injuries. I really need the chance to be with you again.

I need you