Oh my love, you don’t know what you do to me.
Yet, i don’t know who i am calling “my love”.
Still expecting you, my love.
For when you come to me, and maybe,
maybe i’ll feel differently, my love.
Winter is way too depressing, in a way.
So many misplaced feelings, and no reason for them to show up.
I guess i just try to find someone to not feel so alone,
pretty much happens every year at this point of it.
Yet strangely, you caught my eye.
And i have no idea when i’ll see you again.
All i’m certain of is that you’re in my plans,
yet i don’t know how you got there, my love.
Hopefully, a cup of coffee will do for you to see who i am.
And for me, to see if everything will go as planned.
i have no fucking idea why i feel like this again
i fucking miss you
thinking about you made it worse
looking back and realizing all the mistakes i made
and the fact that we never really clicked
that maybe, i was a little too much trying to control everything the way i wanted it to be
that maybe, i should’ve done things in a different way
maybe that way you’d still be by my side
things turned out differently
maybe not for bad
but not in the way i wanted things to go
all the fucking faith i’ve got left goes to you and i crossing paths one day
even if we’re so far away from each other
my heart still aches when i think about you
i miss you
(Source: , via therollingwhores)