not gonna lie, I miss it. but I don't think I miss him. I miss us. I miss what we were. I miss the rambling conversations. I miss your voice. I miss your arms around me. I miss your kisses. I miss your hands tangled in my hair and the marks you left on my neck. I miss the feeling. And that's what hurts the most. Maybe I wasn't in love with you. Maybe I was in love with how you made me feel. And that..that is why it all came crumbling down.
j.r.
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just a collection of thoughts
Puisijust a lonely girl writing down her thoughts (this is not a book)
