One day, I am going to stop missing you. Not because I want to but because I need to.
I need to stop smelling those shirts you left me; inhaling your scent is like stabbing my chest. It makes me realize that you're not really here with me but you left your scent which makes me miss you more and more each night.
I need to stop listening to our favorite songs because I must understand that you're listening to new songs right now and you probably hate remembering my face with every line coming from the songs in your playlist a year ago.
Am I that worthless to you right now? How come you have forgotten me already while I'm still stuck in the past; back when you were happy to see me.
How?
I need to stop smelling those shirts you left me; inhaling your scent is like stabbing my chest. It makes me realize that you're not really here with me but you left your scent which makes me miss you more and more each night.
I need to stop listening to our favorite songs because I must understand that you're listening to new songs right now and you probably hate remembering my face with every line coming from the songs in your playlist a year ago.
Am I that worthless to you right now? How come you have forgotten me already while I'm still stuck in the past; back when you were happy to see me.
How?
