Rest your head.

Just talk to me. Oh god, please just talk to me. Let's pretend everything is okay. That nothing happened. Come sleep in my bed and be the big spoon and shove me over when I'm sleeping. Talk to me. Make me laugh and then tell me how halarious you are, because you know it. Push me around, play fight me. Kiss me with everything in you and then push me away. Just do anything but this right now because at the end of the day when everything is said and done I just miss you. You don't want to miss me and I don't want to miss you, so why are we doing this to ourselves right now when we can take the time we have left and just be happy. Because I know you make me happy, and I'm sure you make me happy too. Or maybe I'm just a girl about this all and it was what it was and it ended. Why is this ending exactly the same as every other thing ends?