@.f93407: #imissmyex

grlkssr :

Ex if you see this pls comeback

Hudson⚾️🏉✝️ :

Wow she reposted this

spamm.privv23 :

fabyyy 🌟 :

silent repost

likaa :

Jangan jatuh cinta padaku, aku hanya mencintai mantanku.

🕊A L L Y A H🐾 :

I CANT MOVE ON

latterex :

Will never be anyone else ❤️

jack0ve :

ᴛɪɴɢᴋᴀᴛᴀɴ. :

i miss him so much, please comeback. ☹️

🪲🎸ᴊᴀx 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ :

i do not know when missing you became part of my daily routine. It feels like breathing now, something automatic, something my heart does even when my mind tries to forget. There are moments when everything is quiet and ordinary, yet somehow your absence fills the entire space around me. I notice it in the smallest things. In songs that sound warmer than they should. In sunsets that feel incomplete. In laughter that ends a little too quickly because I instinctively look for you to share it with. Longing for you is strange because nothing dramatic is happening. The world keeps moving. People continue their lives. Days pass normally. Yet inside me, time pauses whenever your memory appears. I replay conversations we once had, trying to remember the exact tone of your voice, the way you paused before speaking, the comfort that came so naturally when you were near. I wonder if you ever think about those moments too or if they exist only in me now, preserved like fragile glass that I am afraid to touch too often. Sometimes I convince myself that I am fine. I go through routines, talk to people, smile when I am supposed to. But longing has a quiet way of returning when everything slows down. It visits me late at night when distractions disappear. It sits beside me when I stare at my phone hoping for a message that never arrives. It whispers questions I cannot answer. Are you happy now. Do you miss me even a little. Did I ever matter in the same way you mattered to me. I miss the ordinary versions of us more than anything. Not grand memories or special events, but the simple existence of sharing time. Walking without purpose. Talking about random thoughts. The comfort of knowing someone understood me without explanation. Those moments felt small back then, almost invisible, yet now they shine brighter than anything else. I did not realize how precious they were until they became memories instead of realities.

࣪ :

silent repost.

Kenz🥱 :

SILENT REPOSTT

user07 :

☀️ :

Real

Vira :

majfo :