It is not when the rest of the world comes tumbling down that I miss you the most.
I miss you the most when I feel bright and everything seems to be perfect except for your empty spot.
Using full stops makes me take this as simple descriptions of reality. After all, it is not a big deal that I did my job and got complimented for doing it. You couldn't care less and I shouldn't care at all.
The days progress regardless our lack of interaction.
I just want to transmute the love I still feel into hate. In order to move on, I must hate you for dragging me to your own chaos.
