Do not read the messages from the times when she wanted you by her side.
Do not reminiscence over the way she would cling to you and how warm it made you feel.
Do not ponder where it was going or where it would have/ could have/ should have been.
And above all,
Do not miss her.
Do not think about that reality because it’s gone.
You can’t have it.
You don’t need to seek it out again because you’ve got to get fucking better now.
I wrote this in middle school and that makes me sad
ITS 2 AM AGAIN HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?1!?