You were my favourite what if.

The quiet after the storm feels lonely.

Feeling everything and nothing at once.

Sad songs understand me better.

Out of words, full of feelings.

Pretending I'm over it.

Healing is lonely sometimes.

Tears are just feelings that ran out of room.

I miss the person I thought you were.

I'm fine. (I'm not.)

When the playlist gets too real.

A little lost, a little lonely.

Some days I don't recognise myself.

It's okay to not be okay today.

Missing the old us.

Soft heart, tired soul.