Everything makes so much sense after the fact. *I need to find my way back to the start.*
I just really miss you. I really, really do. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t want anything to do with you because I deserve more. I deserve better than how you treated me. But you know that. And I think that would change how you would be now.
I’m too hopeful. I wish too much. My heart is too big.
I just want things to work like they did last weekend. I want that all of the time.