you told me that we would figure this out together, jacob bixenman.
but i was alone.
i missed you every single day.
i still miss you.
i just want you to push my curls out of my eyes again.
i just want you to kiss me again.
i just want you to hold me and i just want to hear your voice again.
"please come back"
i'd say to myself every night before bed as days became miserable without you.
i cried myself to sleep while having your blanket around me.
it smelled like you.
i'll see you another day.
and maybe we'll runaway away together.
