(from: Lung Capacity)
I miss you. Not in the sort of way that makes me call you at 3 am and beg for answers, or want you back. I miss you in the kind of way that makes me hope we run into each other somewhere so I can tell you I still fold my towels the way you showed me and I still listen to all the songs you introduced me to.
I miss you in the kind of way that means I will carry parts of you with me for the rest of my life. Bits of your vocabulary and the way your arm would rest on the center console while driving. I wish I could tell you that.
I wish you knew what you've given me without trying.
YOU ARE READING
Insider Diaries
De Todosome inspired words, quotes or poems that I find interesting and comfortable to read. 📖✨
