i don’t know how to tell you this but to put in its simpliest, most basic terms: i miss you. like crazy. i cant shake it. as busy as i get, as many guys i talk to, you and the memories are always there. and it makes it so much worse that you miss me. it would be easier to move on if you didn’t still clearly care. i want to salvage what you’ve wrecked, but i cant do it alone. come to your senses and work on this with me, please. follow your damn heart for once.
^ makes me a little sick.
Oh Usher Raymond, how I adore you.