Amnesia [l.r.h]

eleven

The pictures that you sent me, they're still living in my phone. I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone.

Luke
I fall down on my bed. How could I be so stupid? Now you definitely have a reason to never come back to me.

I grab my phone out of my pocket and I open my gallery, looking at the pictures of us. The pictures of you. I never deleted them and I guess I never will. I admit I look at them almost daily, I really like to see them. You would always send me those cute selfies, at least twice a day.

I smile and I look out of my window. I think of how alone I actually am. I mean, without you in my life. It's not that I don't have friends, I mean, I do. But you always seemed to understand me in ways they couldn't. You'd accept me for everything. And I know that they'd accept me for the same things, but the point is that I'm scared to tell them such things.

Gosh, I miss you so fucking much. You mean the world to me and since you have left I'm constantly wondering if I have anything left to live for. I mean, I'd die for you. But since you're gone, I don't have anything to die for, but also nothing to live for.

I'm just lonely.