Wanting You Back

Waking up tomorrow is nearly the scariest thought I have. But losing you is the worst. And one has already come true, so why not push through the never ending pain of the other?

We were crying at the same time. Looking at the same moon. In such different places in our lives; yet it seemed so similar. 

Losing you was the hardest thing I've done; until I started wanting you back.

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