Do you ever lay in bed thinking about every little word he has ever said to you... all the hearts he has sent or the kissing faces.. it makes your heart ache doesn't it
He is gone for 6 months and all you have is the few letters he has sent with the very rare time he has to wright you, every night you throw on his shirt and wrap yourself in it praying that some part of it still smells like him even though he gave it to you months ago and you sleep in it every night and by now it's covered in your tears because every bone in your body wants him to come back every part of you wants him to be there to trace him fingers ever so lightly across your back while you fall asleep in his arms feeling safer than ever
Here's the thing though.. no matter how bad you want someone there you wouldn't trade him for anyone else