I fucked up. I lost something that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to replace. All because I gave up too quickly. I’m laying in bed, thinking about how I know so much about you, and you so much about me. You like hippos, and your favorite color is orange, which is an ugly color, but it was your favorite. I remember the way you used to do that half smile, and how you would always rant about wrestling, and your whole face would light up. Or how much you loved the Pogues, and I tried to like them, I really did. But most importantly, I remember the warmth of your body next to mine. I’m over a thousand miles away from you, but I want you here with me every second of every fucking day, and it hurts. It hurts so bad.I would do anything. I would pack up everything and leave tomorrow if it meant I would get another chance with you. It’s been four months, and I still want you. But you don’t want me, and I want you to be happy more than anything.