Your hand was mine to hold. I chose to let it go. And I don't deserve to stand next to your body, but I need some body to help me feel less lonely. I regret not being more.
My restless brain keeps me awake until 5AM. I'm no stranger to these feelings, but I can't say we're friends.
I gave you all I could, but my best efforts fell short. I'm sorry we weren't in love. I'm sorry I wasn't in love.
But I miss making memories with you. I miss laughing out loud and I miss doing shit we used to do. And I miss making memories with you.