I miss you.
I miss that YOU who used to get tooo damn excited when i texted.
I miss that YOU who never wanted our conversations to end.
I miss that YOU who used to eagerly wait for me to come online.
I miss that YOU who used to understand me.
I miss that YOU who used to still try to carry on with conversations even when we were running out of topics.
I miss that You who used to text me even when you were toooo damn busy.
I miss that YOU who used to listen to me speak enthusiastically.
I miss thay YOU who used to not talk to me as though he were bored of me.
I miss that YOU who used to cheer me up no matter how upset I was.
I miss that YOU who paid attention to every littlest detail about me.
I miss that YOU who used to express his love towards me. I miss that YOU who used to be tooo damn happy to look at my face.
I miss that YOU who used to read through my face.
I miss that YOU who used to know more about me than I myself did.
I miss that YOU who showed his care towards me.
I miss that YOU who used to always make me feel special.
I miss that YOU who used to make me feel loved and valued.
I miss that YOU who used to make me laugh and make fun of me.
I miss that YOU who used to not just read my texts but also listen to the depth of my words.
I miss that YOU who used to make my texts feels valued.
I miss that YOU who used to make me feel at home with you.
I miss that YOU who used to make my feelings and emotions feel valued.
I miss that YOU who used to be my best friend.
When I look through it, I see that with these qualities of you going missing, a huge part of me is missing too.
My Home, My lovely abode, my shelter is missing.
