High flyer.
I miss you. No matter how hard i try, pictures of you kept flashing back. And each time i think about you, my heart will ache. Was that decision right or wrong? Sometimes, i really want to see you again, text you like we were the best buddies, call you and rant to you about my life. Why am i even saying all this? Oh god, my life is in a mess. I know, in your eyes, i am just a little girl, still learning how to walk like a lady.
