Journal

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It's not that I miss him, although I really do, it's that I miss being loved. I miss being shown affection. I miss the kisses and the hugs and the cuddles. I want someone who won't leave. I want someone that will give me lots of attention and tell me corny little jokes and give me cheesy little love letters. I want to drown in someone's sweatshirt that still smells like them while we sit at the park and have long deep conversations. I want someone to give be a hug. I want the kind of hug that tells you "Your home and nothing can take you from my arms. You are the most precious thing in my life and I'd do anything for you." Ik I said "it's not that I miss him" but I do. I want him to hug me and I want to cry into his shoulder and I just want him to listen to me telling him how I really feel about the whole situation. I wish I could turn back the clock but he taught me that people change and nothing stays forever no matter how much they promise.