Stoof

Today, 5 years from we first met, I only remember the good and miss you more than ever.

God I hate you and love you so much.

I care about what you're doing this weekend, I'll pretend that I don't. I'm not doing much this weekend, I'll pretend that I am. Do you do the same? Do you wonder if I am?

Get out of my head!

Wish you could see just one of your faults and relize how unfair it was to expect me to be perfect.

Can we not just talk one more time, maybe somehow our love can be enough