ain. I miss your music, I miss your voice, I really really miss your senseless blabbering.
(I keep Remembering smoke and late nights and blinding smiles, and conversations That Went for hours, and laughing at Things nobody else ever got. I remember tiny, stupid That make no sense details, and I remember all we wanted from These Things Each Other.)
Without you, I feel all kinds of alone. Like I've been shoved to a corner, and I'm waiting patiently for Something to bring me back.
Nobody Believes in me like you do. Most days, I do not believe in myself the way you do. Nobody cares about me the way you do.
aching My hands keep for a pen, just to write Thousands of imissyous all over this.
It sure as fuck is Written all over me, and all over the h
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