I miss talking with you, just simple conversation.

I remember when we'd stay up late talking about literally anything that came to mind, I purposely tried drawing out our little talks because why fall asleep to have another nightmare when I could here your voice.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love it? Whether it's a sleepy mumble, sarcastic comment or just a light whisper, telling me things that'd make me feel stupid for blushing so hard.

All I get now are sighs of disappointment, hardly any words spoken. I'm used to being treated as though my existence is the worst thing possible, but you acting that way towards me hurts like hell.

I've never cared for someone so fucking much before, I know it's stupid but even though most if the time I'd tell myself our relationship would die eventually, I'd ignore it, I never wanted this to end.

Yet here we are now.