why hit rock bottom when u can hit my bottom
I miss you, but fuck you.
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
You deserve someone who knows how to make things up to you after hurting you. Not someone who is very good with just the word, “sorry.”