A pov for us sad, sad people. Pov: it's the middle of the night and your smoking a cigarette at your local park, thinking about the life you could have had with them. You lie down after you finished smoking and stare up at the night sky. You wondered if they were looking at that same moon, or if they were living in a different world. And you silently start to cry because of how everything turned out. How you wished everything could have been different. But mostly because you wondered why you were even missing them right now. **idk lmaoo srry I made myself cry while writing this**
Quiero dejarte ir, ya no te necesito aquí, entendí que sufrí demasiado por alguien que no era lo que yo pensaba, me enseñaste a querer mucho y a sacar lo mejor de mi, sin ese dolor no hubiera podido, pero también me doy el mayor merito por haber salido y no haber muerto en el intento, ya no estoy ebrio de amor bebe, ahora estoy sobrio y desintoxicado, me culpe tanto tiempo que me cegue pero yo no era el único responsable
