memories.

What do you do, when you just walk past your once very closed, no words exchanged, no smiles greeted. just the tinge of sorrow and dauntingness that reverberates your entire being; wishing you'd turn back time, and exchanged something with them. If you didn't, this slight twinge of hurt stabs your heart. This sense is ebbing against my chest, refusing to leave.

This sense of fultileness.


i miss you