I miss having you as my best friend. I miss being able to call you any time of day when I needed to or was bored. I miss being with you every single day. I miss our tickle fight & wrestle sessions. I miss the long talks we had in bed at 3 in the morning about our future together. I miss you getting mad over little things and then fighting for us. I miss loving you. I miss pigging out at panera with you. I miss the times when we laughed to hard and I couldn’t breathe. I miss the times you would just come over and cuddle with me. I miss kissing you. I miss your tight hugs that lifted me off the ground. I miss you dancing with me while I cooked us food. I miss singing on the top of my lungs to you & you’d try shutting me up. I miss how you’d pick out my outfits for the day & they’d hardly ever look cute. I miss you calling me just to say you love me. I miss you licking my whole face when I tried getting you off of me. I miss you not giving up. I miss you being a sweetheart and an asshole sometimes. I miss you caring. & most of all, I miss us. But “us” doesn’t and will never exist anymore.
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