𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦.

Perhaps I’ve lost what’s left of my wandering mind,

and perhaps I do not care.

Tell me that I am yours. That although we don’t talk anymore, deep down you still love me.

Tell me the words you never said. Let us be what we never were.

Let me have the opportunity. Even if I destroy myself in the process, it is better than waiting on someone that will never come.

Hold my hand like if you let go, you will drift away. Like you’ll lose yourself without me as your anchor.

Smile that smile of yours, that one that I adore. Make me forget all the times I wanted to get over you.

Make all this waiting worth it.

I fear I will never stop missing what was never mine.

Just be 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. Because nothing else in the world will satisfy the hunger in my soul to be loved.

To be loved by 𝘺𝘰𝘶.