you're still here, you're still gone

i'll always spot you in a room full of a million people

i'll always know which text is yours if i was showed a million screenshots

the words that are used by constantly everyone sound different when they come from you

it's really hard to let go

even when i delete your contact from my phone, i'll still know that i once clicked on your contact multiple times a day. 

it's like i know you're there, when i know you're not. maybe i'm stuck in the past or something, because you're not totally gone. well, technically you are, but not completely because you show up in my dreams, in my thoughts, in my words too. jesus fucking christ, i wonder, why do i still do this? write about you, i mean. shouldn't i be like.. moving on or something??//

just wait