Its 2 am. I have to get up in 3 hours. I should be sleeping but instead I'm awake in my bed crying over you. I fucking need you. I fucking miss you. The hardest part about this is I didn't even mess anything up you just "need someone els". I wish you would have decided that 7 fucking years ago. I can't eat or sleep but ill put on the happy smile, dab a bit of foundation under my eyes and say 'congratulations' when you introduce me to your new boyfriend. I never knew it was possible to cry until you puked, I probably lost a few pounds doing it too.
I'd give anything for you to be mine but I'd give everything for you to be happy.