I miss our cute little arguments.
Not exactly because we disagree
But because you're such a brat.



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I miss your lips calling me all the cutest nicknames under the sun.
Some are cringy
But some are lovely.
Im not complaining.

I miss the times when you take control and get on top of me to try push me down.
Maybe you have the control.
Maybe I let you believe that you do.

I miss getting lost in your eyes
And the way they stare back at me.
Bluer than the bluest sky.

I miss that little giggle that you do when I 'boop' your nose unexpectedly.

How do people do it?
Tell the one they claim to love
That they're the only one in their heart
When they tell two or three others the exact same thing?
When I said I loved you with all of my heart
I meant every single word.
I put everything on the line
And yet this is what I get?
How do some people have the guts to blatantly lie
Right to the faces of people that genuinely care?
There's no reasonable explanation
Apart from
"People with old habits don't change in just a season."