| August 12, 2016 | 5:19 am |
I lay awake in bed for hours.
Thinking...
Thinking about you of course.
Thinking of how we used to be.
I miss those nights when you was sleeping next to me...
And those Mornings when I would wake up next to you...
Its nights like these when I miss you the most.
YOU ARE READING
↠leттerѕ ι never ѕenт↞
Poesia| ѕтarтed: aprιl 1, 2016 | Book One | Nate, Nothing can really compare to those days we shared. The way your eyes met mine and the way I fell. Slow yet quickly. It was slow as I hadn't noticed I was falling for awhile... But when I did notice everyt...
