Going to sleep alone and attempting to be happy with the thought. It shouldn’t be so hard to be happy, right? I mean I was happy right before I met you, so I can still be happy now if I just forget you for a while. Just keep telling myself… “I really am happy. I really am.”
We never even tried, we never even talked, we never even thought in the long run. Whenever it was painful, whenever I was away, I’d miss you…and I miss you.