I don’t have regrets, I have realities to face.
I miss you. And I don't know why.
At night I lay in bed and cry about you. Cried myself to sleep three days last week.
And I could tell you about it, but why?
To what end?
Ours?
It's hard to end what has never really started. Useless to hit the breaks on a relationship that never left the starting line.
It's obvious you don't wonder what you miss, when there have been so many opportunities but we've never so much as kissed.
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