I miss the nights where you would call me and we would talk for over 4 hours about every little thing you loved about me. You would tell me all your secrets and thoughts and the plans you had in the future for us. I live for those nights. I miss when I used to be your entire world…
This is the most perfect thing I have ever read.
When you don’t know what it is. But you know something is different.
Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.
Sometimes I cry because im too happy.
Because when I’m too happy I know that it is just a set up to let me down.
My life is based off of
“too good to be true” s
So I cry.
I don’t know when the next let down is, but the longer the happiness lasts the harder I am hurt in the end.
The letters that you wrote me stopped ending with ‘love’.