I miss you.
And I don't mean it in a way it's-been-a-long-time-since-the-last-time-i-see-you kind of way. It's the kind of feeling where I miss talking to you in person. When I could look into your eyes and see the stars shining so bright that it almost blind mine.
I miss hearing you laugh over the stupid jokes that I said and how you turn off the radio just to hear me sing.
And all those small things you did; examining me while I'm talking, the cute little smile on your cheeks that you don't even realize appear while you're watching me, those little gesture we make unconsciously and all the stories we share, the laugh we had, and just the warm feeling of each other presence.
Those, are the things that I miss the most.
And I know that you're just one call away, and that you keep asking me how I'm doing and what I'm up to. But we're not talking.
We talk, but we didn't speak.
It tortures me--the feeling of missing you this big.
And wherever you are, whatever you're up to right now, whoever you're with, I hope you realize that you'll never be less than one of my favorite person in this whole god damn universe. You're important. You're loved. Don't let the demons tell you otherwise.
Sleep sound,
Sleep tight,
Tommorow might just be our time.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
De Todoand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
