Longing for What isn't Mine

Let_s_talk_about_socks__on_instagram___the_power_of_nature___________life__instagood__flowers__moment__creative__decor__nature__mothernature__sneakers__flowermagic__naturepower__by Kluna05 Oct 2020

Seems like each night fades into one another. Sorta like waves crashing against themselves. I'm constantly staring at my ceiling hoping that it would be you staring back at me, I miss the way things used to be. Though I know things will never be the same, and that's the hardest part. Letting go of something that is no longer yours but still desperately wanting it to be.