I miss you so much it hurts. Don’t think I don’t think about you every day. I really do. I need you more than my first love. That means something. I’ll move on from this, but it’s gonna take a while My only outlet is this paragraph. Hopefully it helps to mend my heart right now.
Starts off with just enjoying it in that moment.
Then it continues, and you tell yourself you can stop whenever you want.
Something bad happens, you get hurt.
You realize that you need to stop but every time you try, you get pulled back.
…They should have nicotin gum for this shit.