3/5/18
something in the pit of my soul tells me we'll never be the same. you don't grasp the concept of you being wrong; maybe it's a virgo thing.
no matter how much you call now, or text me to check up on me--it doesn't erase the pain of your absence for all those months.
it takes everything in me to not let my emotions seep through my pores when i'm on the phone with you.
we'll never be normal again.
