It has been less than 5 hours since I've last talked to you and I miss you so much, just like everyday, but today, it is filled with a bit more of pain and sorrow. Because I wonder if that's the last we'll ever talk to each other. And I kept thinking, and I kept resisting. Going over just to find you. To give you a hug. Because God knows if I'll ever be able to hug you ever again. Because yesterday, our hug was so half fucked. Because I don't want to know that the last hug I ever gave to the most important girl in my world was barely a hug. I so badly want you back in my arms right now and I so badly wish we were in a better place. But I can't. And I miss you. Much more with every passing minute.