i’ll never get you back.

I remember when I would nave those late night heart felt conversations with you. 

I remember eyes were pretty. 

I remember our late night calls.

I remember talking about things we shouldn't have. 

I remember when talking to you was my favorite part of the day.

And I also remember when you texted me and told me one of your friends are going to die.

And I remember when you told me we couldn't do that shit anymore. Now all we say is “morning" and "Night" because good morning and good night. 

Now there’s nothing i can do to change that except pray that one day you’ll want me back as much as i want you back.