『 ｅｎｔｒｙ : ii 』
It still hurts, reminicing on the last words I said. My mind plays our last scene together, over and over like a broken vinyl on repeat. Constantly reminding me of all that has been said and done. I don’t regret saying them to you, but I do wish that it didn’t have to end this way.
“Fuck,” she said, “You know, I’m going to miss you. Like really miss you. I wish you didn’t have to go. We have everything right here, and I love you, I just… I never imagined I would say that in the same sentence as goodbye.”
She said, “It feels like life is always messing with our heads. Distance is taking everything away. I will love you no matter where you are, but it’s killing me, the thought of reaching and reaching and feeling nothing but empty space.”
There are words I should have said, but coulnd’t. And it’s not that I didn’t want to say them to you. I did. Believe me I really did. It’s just… sometimes I get too caught up in the moment, filled with mixed motions bottling over, that I just say the first thing that comes to mind.