And as I lay here at 2 a.m staring at the blank wall, I simply think about you. I think about the way you smell, the way you laugh, the sound of your voice, your smile, your inappropriate jokes, your hugs, the way you smile, and everything else about you... and suddenly the hole inside my chest felt numb and I feel okay for a moment. Then it hits me. The hurtful words, the arguments, the anger, the tears, and everything else that broke us... and I just sit there with tears streaming down my face. I plan all of these nasty things to say to you, but in the end I just want to tell you I miss you, and maybe, if I'm lucky enough, you'll say you miss me too.
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Lovesick
Short StoryHurtful memories and painful talks {I'm terrible at descriptions please just read this}
