twenty-three
Today is a day that used to mean something. On this day 7 years ago something special happened. It still means something, but now, it's just a sad memory. And what hurts more than anything else is that I know they don't care.
But it matters to me, whether I want it to or not.
I miss you. I miss what we used to be.
I know I just need to let it go. And someday, I know it will be just another day.
Not today, though.
But it matters to me, whether I want it to or not.
I miss you. I miss what we used to be.
I know I just need to let it go. And someday, I know it will be just another day.
Not today, though.