You know that one moment in time when you are looking at your phone, just debating to call someone. That happens all the time to me... I just sit there staring at his name, debating if I should dial his number. It is like every time I think I miss him, I try to call and I am always disappointed. I miss what we used to be, I miss who he used to be. He gave me butterflies and was one of the only people that could do that. And that one day, that one day we met...
I want to go back in the moment, that we were drinking coffee and I looked into your eyes
That moment, I just keep reliving. Holding you.
He is still the only one I want, no matter what.
And he tried to fix himself by breaking my heart.
And really I was fine,