Before you supposedly found that 'someone special' in your life, everything was normal. You were okay with being alone, bumming around at home during the holidays, and having no one to call you in the night, there wasn't need to sms goodnight to anybody. It was okay.

It's just strange to me that when you're not alone anymore, every waking moment that you are left by yourself seem to be quieter than usual, and the nights spent all alone in your room seem to be very lonely. Everything seemed to be colder than usual, there's no comfort you used to have with yourself; suddenly this whole other part of your soul is missing.

You know sometimes there are big fights that makes the night harder to go through, that sometimes you wish that he had never knocked on your door and stole your heart away, deep into the night, under the trees where the stars couldn't see you. Sometimes you don't ever want to see them again, because you don't want them to be anywhere near so they couldn't hurt you anymore.

And yet how come you pick up the phone when it rings? Why this desire to go back, to open your heart to forgiveness?

Nowadays I feel like you don't care anymore.

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