November 2011
1 post
I miss him.
I wish there were a way to tell him that. I mean, really tell him.
Whenever anyone asks if I’ve ever been in love, the memories from when I was with him come flooding back.
I hate the way life happens sometimes. I hate how I can’t be with him. I hate it.
I hate the way that I feel whenever we get off the phone - dreamy, blissful, and happier than I could ever be without him.
I...