“You lost her. And now she lights up the night-time sky for her new lover cause he recognized her as the moon. And you envy him. She could’ve been your moon, but you were too busy chasing the dimly lit stars.”
And I still hope that one day I’ll get that drunk text from you telling me how much you miss me. Not because I miss you, but because I hope you regret that it ended the way it did.
