Hurts to admit it, but I miss you.
See it on a post
This is how it looks under your photo. Copy it, post it, enjoy the likes.
This is how it looks under your photo. Copy it, post it, enjoy the likes.
quiet nights, loud thoughts
Missing you comes and goes like the tide.
Faking smiles is exhausting.
Tired of being the strong one.
The quiet after the storm feels lonely.
Crying quietly so no one asks.
My heart is still catching up.
Even the sunshine feels grey today.
Some wounds don't show.
I gave more than I got, again.
Why does 3am always hurt the most?
Still flipping back to the chapter with you.
Some storms take longer to pass.
Grieving what could have been.
It's okay to not be okay today.