I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
I didn't stop loving you. I decided to stop showing it because no matter how hard I tried, you wouldn't get it. It was obvious you had 'unfinished beginnings' and you used me to finally get it. Well you got it. How does it feel?