I miss our conversations.
I miss how we used to talk every minute of every day
and
How I was able to tell you everything that was on my mind. I miss you so much that not being able to talk to you is painful. It’s more painful then drowning because at least if I was drowning there would be a deep pressure in my chest and then nothing. Missing you the pressure is intensified 100x over and instead of a sweet release I find that there is and hole I can’t seem to fill.
I miss you more than anything in the world so please come back to me
I hate when guys think no means yes and that my screams are consent for more. Sometimes I wish I could disappear but I know that I’ll never be able to hide from him.