It’s been a while..I haven’t seen that smile in so long.
Your touch sent a chill up my spine.
I didn’t want to end our embrace. It felt like forever had gone by and we were in infinity.
I feel like a mess because of my stress... I still love you and it hurts me to.
I got to know you, I know your likes and dislikes, how your heart is that of a drum, beating to a rythym ony you know.
I got to know your favorite things, your weird quirky ways of doing things, how you like your coffee, music, and women.
I got to know so much about you and I got to feel your touch that kept me safe. I got to know that you don’t comb your hair often, that you blush and are awkward in front of most girls, that you feel horrible, like your soul was ripped out of you, if you don’t play music for a long time. I got to know about your family, how your uncle was the world to you and how much you miss him. I got to know that you used to do bad things because you wanted to rebel, how you normally don’t cry, how you say that you don’t normally have human emotions, but yet you do, you just don’t show them often. Then, I got to know your ticklish spots and how now, you can turn them off. I got to know your favorite color, how you like to dress nicely. I got to know the way you move your hair often out of habit, how you have this cute face when you are thinking, how you pretend to be drumming to a song because it inspires you. I got to know what you like during sex. I got to know so many things about you because I was with you. I am so glad to have been with you. But now that I am not with you... It hurts not to be. I missed kissing you, I missed holding your hand and laying on you, I missed putting my arms behind your back in the shower, I missed seeing you jam out to the radio in the car, I missed just being able to laugh and play fight with you. I fell back into it. It felt so good to do... But... you aren’t mine anymore. You kissed two people already without me. So have I... But I didn’t feel anything. I wanted to put my wals up because you destroyed me. Sure... you may be a ackass sometimes, you complain, you use your intellect to hide mostly from society, but... I missed that too. I don’t know why I am just sitting here, crying and typing this up, but..I just wish you knew how much I love you because I don’t think you do. I just wanted you to come for me, even if you and I are just best friends, I still will feel this way towards you and I now know that. I just want you happy. Okay?