I miss us, and i dont mean hanging out together. I mean like i miss us being so close and telling each other everything naturally. For once, if i had to count the reasons why i would loved you and why i was so in love with you. I'd have count forever. You know, i'm glad. It makes me feel like i'm worth something. But i probably felt sorry, i'm just tired. I might not get used to it, i dont like bragging either. For just once, i wish i could just be me, the old me. You should have realised my messages are just so fake. I want to be the me with no masks on, no rehearsed answers, no empty promises, and no fake smiles. But it couldn't have been.
I'm sorry if i have hurted you unwittingly.
Love,
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