I’d pick you again tomorrow, the day after, every life, every fucking scenario that could ever be plausible, I’d take you every single time because I am fucking in love with you. I said things that I regret, things that hurt you, they’re words that I wish I could take back and mend into something that’d make you smile beautifully. You probably don’t think of me, hell, you probably won’t even read this, but why not take a chance to scream into oblivion? I am in love with you, you probably don’t love me though, but I’ll wait, remember? every time you broke me into pieces, I promised I’d wait, you told me it wasn’t healthy but I’m just in love with you, sometimes I honestly fail to see the difference. We were perfect, you know, perfectly imperfect with flawed timing. The happiness you gave me.. it was ethereal, honestly it kills me knowing that I couldn’t requite what you gave me.

I’m sorry, I’m in love with you,
I want you back.