it doesn't matter.

it doesn't matter.

so. here we are again.

you're leaving.
i'm stuck here.
again.
i feel the same way.
still.
it doesn't get better. and you'll never know.
you'll probably never read this. and that's alright.
coz of you did, i'd be fucked. i'd lose you. for a good amount of time.
and i can't lose you. i need you. distance and time. they don't matter.
i need you. i would wait. probably would mean shit to everyone else.
fine.
i need you. can't put it better than that. ever.
latching myself onto something?
there're some things that people know.
cliche of the night would be to wish for a chance to turn back time.
crap...i do. joy. make things better and all that.
but most importantly: just to tell you that you mean the world to me.
just to tell you that...well, despite it all, we can make it.
not to screw up.
i love you. you lift me up. i never meant to bring you down.
that's not what i'm here for. i need you.
c'mon, goddamit!
i love you.
and it's just a very, very big mistake to assume that i stopped.