i always thought i could never miss you more than when we were together.
but then i remembered something i once said before you; every morning i wake up alone, i miss you. every morning i wake up next to someone who isn't you, i miss you even more. knowing that never can ever be like what we had. i'm so scared to look inside, to remind myself of what is rotting inside me for once i open that door, all i can see it you. you come flooding out like a stored dam in times of drought.

i really don't know if i was right in saying, that was the last thing that i will ever make for you. but that's a secret, between me, and me.