Bad decisions make good stories.

I wish that we hadn't left things so tangled and impossible and I wish that I had the means to fix all of the problems hanging between us, even if that meant spending another string of endless nights awake with you, sharing a silence full of the words neither of us really wanted to say. It was never about finding someone who wouldn't fight with me or make me sad, because we both know that sometimes we brought out the worst in each other. But it was about finding the one who would be there after the fight and making me laugh again, and that was you, every time.  I couldn't begin to describe the weight of missing you, but I have to remind myself, if you wanted to talk you would simply pick up the phone and call me, wouldn't you? Everybody is wishing for no more mistakes and all I can think about is you.