"Hey! Wanna come over? :)"
I said yes. Because a part of me still loves you.
You told me about the other guy and every word you said was like a bullet and you were shooting each of them straight through my heart. But that was okay, because I miss your voice.
You saw my scars, you didn’t know who caused that damage. It was you. You touched my arm and you said that “everything is going to be alright”. That was okay, because I miss it when you touch me.
I told you a joke that this dumb guy in my class told me. I thought that the joke was funny because everyone was laughing, except me. I can’t smile anymore. But you laughed and it hurts so much seeing you smiling. But that’s okay, because I love your smile.
After a while you asked me if I’d like to sleep at your house because it was late and it’s cold outside and stuff. You touched me and it felt so wrong. We fucked and I felt so horrible. The sex was great. But that was okay, because I miss your body.
And I miss you.