It seems like just yesterday, I was the only thing you ever wanted.
You haven't spoken to me in months now, but i think about you
almost every second of the day. This seems so cliche, but do i ever
cross your mind? When you hear that song I used to love? The one I
made you listen to all the time. When your phone lights up, do you
ever wish it was me? Or am I the only one that does that.
Every.single.time. I lay here every night wanting you to miss me
enough to call me. Cause you used to love to keep me up all night
long, all those hours of talking about nothing, and just listening
to each other breathe. I was so afraid I was boring you to death
but all you cared about was that you were the last thing on my mind
as I fell asleep. I replay those things in my mind a million times,
I cant even figure out where everything went so wrong. But you
know, I finally deleted your number. I thought i would get this
feeling of relief, you know the feeling you get when you know that
you've made the right choice, and you get instant happiness. I was
hoping i would feel like I had deleted you out of my life, I
wouldnt think of you anymore and it would just be the past.
Honestly, I sit here and just try to remember the numbers and what
order they went in. And with all that said, I just want you to know
YOUR the one i think of when the sad songs come on.
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