Sat side by side in the Astronomy tower; your head on my shoulder and my arm around your waist. “…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I mumble, placing a lingering kiss to your temple. I had broken up with you almost a month ago and yet I know I still can’t live without you. We can’t be together: I’m only dragging you down.
“…I missed you so much. I miss you.” I say with desperation in my tone, wishing that things were different. Why do we keep drawing ourselves to eachother when we know it can’t work?
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