
It’s comforting to know that you’re still there. So I thank you.
At 11:11 and on a falling star, I know you’re not that far anymore (though I know you’re still so far).
I’m literally close to tears now. At the thought of you. At the thought that I’m losing you without me wanting it. And I can’t do anything about it. No, not anymore. Not when you’re okay to lose me. Not when you’re not doing anything about it. Not like this. I’ll surely miss you. But I’m afraid you’re becoming the person I never thought you will be. Thanks for breaking my heart.