I miss you

I miss you. I shouldn’t, but I do. I miss the fun, texting like a teenager, the random chaos. Realistically if things hadn’t gone bad when they did there was the very real possiblity we would have crossed more uncrossable lines, so its probably better this way. I still miss you badly though. I can’t stop thinking about you. I left everything to get away from you, but it didn’t work. Why, damnit???