' "do you miss me?" '
"no"
"Really" his hazel eyes bore into mine.
"I dont miss you, but that doesn't mean i dont miss parts of you" i start fiddling with my nails
"Explain" he pushes
"I miss the way you smell, you know it was my favorite thing about you. I miss how you would randomly call me cute. i miss the way we would have cute little innocent kisses and full blown make out sessions. I miss the way when i have a blonde moment you would shake your head and say i have so much hope for you. i miss they way it felt to have you love me."
I trailed off.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that i miss our memories, not you." '
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An Addiction of Poems
Randomquotes and long captions and poems I can tell that you're not yourself lately and i hope that wherever you will go, you will finally feel and be free.
