My heart hurts. Deep pangs, to remind me of what I have lost, of what I have given up. I cannot make this pretty today. It is dark, and it is lonely, and I only have myself to blame. We make choices everyday. A thousand mindless and inconsequential choices, and within these there hides the few that matter. The few that we needed to make with care, that were lost within the rest. I should have seen it. I never should have let him go. I should have fought for him. But I did not, I do not. So I am to blame.
But I miss him. I miss my best friend that somehow made the entire world make more sense. Our relationship was all wrong and it was weird, but life is weird. And we make it work. So why can't we make it work?
I'm the girl that believes in the world, and he's the boy that relied solely upon luck. So here I am hoping, wishing for luck. Hoping that life is not this cruel. Hoping that the world gives him back. Please come back.