Missing you a little more as the days past.

If you think I haven't been looking at your timestamp, I have.
If you think I haven't been wondering what you're up to, I have.
If you think I haven't been thinking about you, I have.
If you think I haven't been hoping for you to accept me again, I have.
If you think I haven't been trying to get my shit back together, I have.
If you think I haven't been struggling, I have.
If you think I haven't been bothering about you, I have.

I fucking have.

Every single fucking day, I never went through a day not staring at your timestamp. And this morning when I realised that I couldn't see your timestamp again, I crumbled inside.

What the fuck happened to settling down our feelings?
What the fuck happened to facing each other?
What the fuck happened to being friends again?

You really don't know how painful this is to me. Its really killing me inside.

Every single fucking time I look at you using your phone, I wonder who the fuck you're talking to. I wonder who is that girl. I wonder who the fuck is that taking over my place.
Every single fucking time you delete my number, I wonder why the fuck you'd do that.

Its gna hit me more and more, many many fucking times.

I swear this pain, is worse than the roll down 18 steps.

"就把他放在心里的你一个位置就好"
可是我不要，我还想和他重新开始。