i want to be someone you miss.

i miss it.

i miss the hours of phonecalls at 1am. the way you came to my door and suprised me. the way we lay side by side, talking. just knowing you were there. the way you held me. the way you kept me warm. the way i wore your t-shirts to bed. how nice you were to my parents. our little traditions. the sound of your voice. the way you smiled. the way you ran like you could fall over any second. the way you held my hand in your pocket. the way you loved me. the way you made me feel like the happiest girl alive.


i sometimes wonder if it was real. if maybe you're thinking these things too.




but i know you're not, and i wish i wasn't either.