Missing you comes and goes like the tide.
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.
Hurts to admit it, but I miss you.
Grieving what could have been.
Feeling everything and nothing at once.
heart heavy, head high
Being strong is tiring.
Better days are coming, I hope.
You were my favourite what if.
The quiet after the storm feels lonely.
Crying in the car hits different.
I keep rereading old messages.
Learning to live with the silence.
The quiet after the storm feels lonely.
This too shall pass.
The memories are loud tonight.
we were almost something