Ten days.

Maybe I should've never asked.
But if you never ask, you never know, right.
And now the little hope left is gone too.
And forever seems a fucking long time suddenly.
My shuffle's a whore.
I miss you. Your face. Your voice.
But you just don't.
And it's like an acid burn on my heart.
And somehow I have to learn to be okay with it.
Tonight.