Screw This.

And here I am. Crying over him for no damn good reason at all.

Because I miss him. And I don't even know what I miss... 

The fallen self esteem? The guilt? 

Or the trampolines? Or the ed sheeran station? 

Whatever the hell it is, I miss it. 

Hopefully this ache will end soon. 

And then I can give you everything.