I admit some days I kind of miss you, our memories, us.
I get so high off life, I dont even notice you when you pass me.
You send me mixed signals all the time and I dont know if sometimes...
You kind of miss me too.
But then I think, what would it matter?
We are just two sad heartbroken human beings kind of missing each other.
Because everything changed, even you.
But my love for you never changed.
And some days,
I kind of miss you.