i miss you. i miss you so much. i don't miss how you left me or the thought of why you left me, and i sure as hell don't miss when you just stopped talking to me. but i do miss how you held me, and how we used to talk. i missed how you used to beg me to stay up one the weekends, but on the weekdays you were so persistent in me getting seven hours because you knee how i was without sleep. now i'm good to get 4 hours. i miss how i could make your eyes light up, just by being near you. and most of all; i miss being able to call you mine.
