“ You have no idea how much I miss you, do you? I bet even if you did, you wouldn’t care. You might laugh and brush it off. You might tell me “I miss you too” and for a moment I might believe you, until I realise that it’s a lie.
God, it hurts. I can’t just sit here and think about how much I miss you. I want to tell you, and I want you to miss me too, but that isn’t going to happen.
I want to see you, talk to you, scream at you, shout at you, hug you, kiss you.
And I can’t, it’s killing me.
You’re killing me. ”
— It’s not getting any easier (via howellmeatsix)
