We haven't talked for days. I miss you and apparently you're just not feeling the same, or you do miss me, but not as much as i do, that i know for sure. I get it.
Just that it gets really cold these days, i'm sick like hell, and starting to admit that i'm lonely, but ha, not gonna tell you that. Time is just a freaking asshole right? The way it changes you and the ones you love, and makes you feel bad about changing, while asking why and how.
Almost it is between you and me.
Almost it ever will be.
It takes an early winter, a terrible cold and fever for me in order to realize that i'm so hopeless about you, about everything. And somehow I don't wanna get better, cause that means i have to do it all over again, you know, hoping for something good to actually come.
I'm getting tired of false hope, admit it, so are you.
Also, i hate winter now.
Because of you and your coldness.