12:59 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.

Some days, I think of all the memories we used to share. The crazy things we did during school, endlessly long hours on the phone, countless of photos to fill a room. I think of how selfish I had been. Maybe I expected too much, I looked at you and I realised how your world has no more room left for me. You are running forward, and I'm running in circles. I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you. I wonder if you missed all those fun we used to have.
I wonder if anyone knows, I am really falling apart, as hard as I try to conceal it.
To Love: You know I'm always here, I'm just a phone call away. You take care loads too, missed you a great deal.
>Talk to me.