What I miss...
I miss how we used to be.
So vibrant, so honest, so wild, and free.
I miss the way you would understand.
Listen carefully, and be there when I needed a hand.
I miss our long, random talks at night,
Our private conversations.
Our silly little fights.
I miss the way you could read my mind.
Know what to say.
When words were hard to find.
I miss the way you could brighten my day.
Make me forget the mistakes.
Make the pain go away.
I miss how you made me laugh.
And I hate how you made me cry.
Sometimes things can't be fixed.
And I'm sure it won't change either.
But I'd want you to know,
I love you and I want things to get better.
