If you enjoyed my company, why didn't you stay?
If I'm your biggest regret, why don't you grow some balls and come change that regret?
I don't understand. You've left but I still feel like you're playing mind games with me. I still feel like one of your puppets. I still can't forget you.
I read through our old messages and I'm literally cringing at how we used to talk. We were so cheesy and like sickly flirty little teenagers. The way you used to ask to meet up and the way I would try oh so desperately hard to not look desperate and aloof, but like super sultry at the same time. Just so awkward. Weirdly I have a massive grin on my face as well as tears welling up in my eyes as I remember all the memories associated with our messages. I guess I really miss those times. I guess among all the shit times we had arguing and being asshats to each other, we had some good times too. Strange how I only find them so sweet now. Who "rock scissor paper"'s each other over messages to see who wins and doesn't have to trek to the other's house?! I miss you. I miss you a lot. Not seeing you for this long, just feels like a long Christmas or Easter holiday to me, and when it finishes, I'll be back with you. But I know that it's not true. I wish it was though. I wish we didn't play games with each other and stopped being childish. I wish we had more time together. I wish I could rewind back time and relive those moments again and actually appreciate your presence. I just want to be yours and I hope you never let me go.
