i miss you and i make myself sick over it like i told my mother i was doing well but i’m listening to music about lost lovers and watching the rain fall and letting myself sink into it. what i mean is that yesterday if you’d asked me to come home to you i would have run out in the snow for you. what i mean is i can’t let myself let go of you.
(via inkskinned)
Wish there was something I could get from you but I can’t get anything & my god it hurts.
By far the hardest.