For a flight away from a place I’m not really sure I’m ready to leave.
"you make it hard to see where i belong to when I’m not around you, its like I’m not with me.
but I never told you, what I should have said. No, I never told you, I just held it in. And now, I miss everything about you, can’t believe that I still want you. After all that we have been through. I miss everything about you, without you.”
But no matter what I only have myself to blame for the tears sneaking out right now. I left home first, I moved away first and distance has a funny way of growing instead of shrinking no matter how physically close you come back to someone.