Missing You

Have you ever done something and thought, "I wouldn't mind reliving this moment for the rest of my life?"

That's what I felt like everyday when I was with him. I could've lived in his arms. His long, tan arms that every girl would kill to be held with. I could've gotten drunk off of his smile, looking at his smile made me want to share one with him. Let's not leave out the fact that I could've heard his voice sing the same song over and over again and still play the tune on repeat.

I'm not sure what I miss about him the most, but I do know one thing: I'm missing him. So, if you're reading this, I'm missing you. I think I made a mistake.