imy, but idk.
I always think about how we called, texted, skyped, facetimed, or blahblahblah, EVERY SINGLE DAY, HOUR, MINUTE, SECOND. but maybe I don’t miss you. maybe I just miss those little things we did. and maybe, just maybe, it might’ve been for someone else….
I can never do anything right.
(Source: thecrazyfilipino, via itsjoscherbro)
