Tragic

How tragic is it that I look for you in every one of these posts?

I just wish for once you’d have the balls to sit down with me and have a conversation. Even if it means we part ways for good afterwards.

I miss you, but I don’t want you back in my life. And I know you feel the same.

But at the same time, if we’re both missing each other like this, why can’t we put our pride aside and make it work as these new versions of ourselves?

I know I would do anything to make it work until our final day. I’d choose you every damn day.

Even if we’re not together, I will always love you and it’s such a shame.