untold.

3am

I miss you; always. I miss you at 3am when im trying not to think of you. I miss you in the middle of a laugh, wishing you were here so i could hear yours. I miss you as soon as i leave you, so much so that i need to come back with some useless excuse just to see you. But when i miss you i dont even necessarily want to talk to you; i just want to be near you because you feel like home. Every single comfortable silence feels like im finally where im supposed to be. So please, please be careful with my heart; ive got only got the one.

-thingsillnevertellyou
21.40
12/11