I miss you. I miss you meeting me at the beach every night at 12. I miss the way you stared at me and I miss the way you used to touch me. I miss the way you would hold me, and tell me how beautiful I am.
I miss the way you used to love me and I can honestly say I wish I was the one in a coma instead of you. I wish your anger had never gotten in the way of your driving even though it wasn't your fault. I wish I would've gone out and found you.
I wish that driver was on a different route then you...
...I wish it was me instead of you.
YOU ARE READING
seashells - l.h
Fanfiction'in which a lonely soul meets another on the same bench by the shore every night at midnight' xx.a
