I was better.or so I thought. Maybe I was never better, but maybe it was this one person who made me think I was better. Its become evident now that shes gone, that ill never be better. I wont be her better, and I CANT be my own better.
This is sad but true. Nobody really knows the real me. My deepest secrets, my darkest thoughts, my wildest dreams. And I am fine with that. I am a complex person and I don't expect people to understand me.
i miss you more than you will ever know, i have no idea how i lived before you came into my life. my life with you in it makes it times brighter . we all know i at least try to live a happy life. but you just make being happy easy