i stare out the window on the bus,
blankly watching the cars whizz pass,
and i realise,
i miss you.
i walk down the lane,
and Unwell by Matchbox 20 is playing in my ears,
and i remember that i heard of this song from you,
and i miss you.
now i'm sitting infront of the computer,
typing away,
and i miss you.
I could check my phone, and i'd know there'd be nothing there.
And i miss you,
but i shouldn't be.
I told you that i wouldn't miss you.
But there's always so much to say,
in so little time.
I guess time is relative,
just like love.
♡