Sometimes.

Sometimes, people say that when they are drunk/high, they say the truth.

For me, I can't rest my case.

I really, really miss her.

Missing the times that I hug her to sleep. Missing the times when I treat her like my own. Missing the way she dances around me.

I practically miss her everything.

Sometimes, it is miserable to meet up for even just a while. Cause it makes you reminisce about the past.

Our opinions about things had changed so much that I feel like giving up.

You had imprisoned my ideals in a prison of memories and hope.

I pray to God that you sort out your thoughts fast.