“i think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.” -Charles Bukowski
Sometimes I still miss you. Then I try to remember all the bad times we had, and all of the rude things you said to me. Then I ask myself why I ever loved a jerk like you. Then I forget you even exist, and I move on from you.