I'm a fool

I miss you, despite all the crazy or horrible things I've tried to get over this, once I check out, once I let myself fall back into that space, I still miss you. Knowing how it would end up again, even if I do anything, I still miss you. Knowing it's impossible, I miss you still. I'm indeed a fool.

Tiff.

Are you fine?

How's life been?

Do you, by any chance, miss me too?