"i call because i just need to feel you on the line. don't hang up this time. and i know it was me who called it over but i still wish you'd fought me till your dying day. don't let me get away. 'cause i can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me, so i can say this is the way that i used to be. there's no substitute for time, or for the sadness."

how do you go from being someone's everything one day to being completely out of their life the next? you would think that you could feel the void, the emptiness, that their absence has left in your life, in your every day. but after some time you just don't. they're just gone. they're just someone you used to know. and one day, for some reason, that no longer feels like such a bad thing.