Only three words come to my mind when I think of You
I miss you.
I really miss you. I miss you being here with me, I miss
talking to you and telling you dramatic stories about insignificant things
that happened in my day. I miss listening to your stories and taking you in my
arms like that’s my only way to remind you “you are never alone as long as I am
here” I miss singing awfully romantic songs on top of my voice just to embarrass
you in front of others, but also to tell you how much I love you, I miss saving
chocolates for you when you are not around but fighting with you for the last bite of the cake. I know we have never really met. I don’t
know if you think of me as much as I think of you. But I really want to know, I
miss you. It’s about time you came into my life, because I am running out of
imagery situations of being with you. And I am kinda getting restless here missing
you.
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