you.

I think my inbox is full of texts from you.
I can't stop talking about you.
I can't stop thinking about you.
I can't stop wishing things will be as perfect as they were before.

And I can't help but convince myself that they will be.

But part of me is so scared they wont.

I just need to see you again.


I'm so busy this holiday. I actually have no time for myself.. I don't know how I'm meant to do my homework!
Ah well. You've text me. I'm off.
xox