This is can only go one of two ways:
A: I've finally broke down and cried. Now I'm over it. I've dealt.
B: The start of crying for the next two weeks.
I wish when you'd send out text messages that involve lyrics, you'd just leave me out of them.
"Here's to the nights we felt alive. Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry. Here's to goodbye, tomorrow's gonna come too soon."
For the next few months, at least, I'll be avoiding that song like the fucking plague. But for now, I refuse to stop playing it.
Turn your speakers up.
Put yourself where I am,
And miss the fuck out of them.
