It's after midnight and I'm listening to music with my headphones on, still thinking of you.

All of you. 

I want to reach into the past and tell myself it will all be okay. And to give myself courage to tell you all to kick rocks, that life alone is better than life constantly worrying about when you'll come to find me.

May you have many sleepless nights ahead while you consider the things you've done and the people you are. How easily you used me, how willing I was to be used. 

And still in my heart with each new song that comes on, I realize I still miss you.

And that's the worst part of all.