I’m glad we’re friends again, but now you just remind me how much I miss being loved. Maybe I’m not glad we’re friends, Â maybe I hate it but I put up with it because I still get to see your smile and your eyes, even though they’re not for me anymore. Every time we hug I want go hold on forever, and it always tears me apart when we part ways. It pains me to even look at you, but I can’t bare the thought of you forgetting about me. I still don’t understand why
