03.06.2017
Shawn,
I realized something today. You don't ask me how I am. You don't ask me how I'm doing or how my weekend was or anything. You don't even ask me it after I ask you how you are... I know it's stupid, but I feel like I deserve that...
And I really miss you... It hurts seeing other couples together and wishing I could be with you... I miss holding you and you holding me. I miss when you would put your arm around me and when I would lay on you while we watched movies. I miss spending time with you and texting you and getting a response. I miss holding your hand. I miss when you would put your arms around me from behind and when I'd tilt my neck to the side and you'd kiss it. I miss staring at your face and never wanting to look at anything else ever again. I miss your laugh. I miss when I'd jump up on you and you'd hold me up. I miss falling asleep with you. I miss your snoring. I miss playing footsies with you underneath the table. I miss when you'd stare at me with wonder and tell me how beautiful I am. I miss when you felt lucky to have me. I miss getting pizza with you. I miss sitting on your lap. I miss being around you. I miss leaning on you. I miss feeling you. I miss when you would tell me you loved me first.
I'd do anything to do all this with you again, Shawn. I'd sell my soul to the devil just to be able to be like this with you again. I swear there's nothing I wouldn't give for this.
