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I miss the way you’d always be the first to call me in the morning I miss feeling like I found someone in the world who understood who I could be I miss how I was your girl, the person you went to when everything started to fall apart I miss being fearlessly, childishly in love I miss how we were able to just sit in utter silence and have the best time of our lives together I miss those days when reality seemed much better than my dreams I miss being that girl who loved, laughed, lived with her heart on her sleeve I miss you and me I miss us I miss looking up at the stars and knowing you’ll be looking too, just thinking of me. I miss thinking life always has a way of working out I miss believing in myself I miss those nights we spent under the sky light, counting the stars till the sunrise I miss thinking that I had it all figured out, my life, who I wanted to be I miss being who I thought I was I miss those good old days, days that are just memories now I miss you
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
M-i-s-s-i-n-g You Kills.
I miss the way you’d always be the first to call me in the morning I miss feeling like I found someone in the world who understood who I could be I miss how I was your girl, the person you went to when everything started to fall apart I miss being fearlessly, childishly in love I miss how we were able to just sit in utter silence and have the best time of our lives together I miss those days when reality seemed much better than my dreams I miss being that girl who loved, laughed, lived with her heart on her sleeve I miss you and me I miss us I miss looking up at the stars and knowing you’ll be looking too, just thinking of me. I miss thinking life always has a way of working out I miss believing in myself I miss those nights we spent under the sky light, counting the stars till the sunrise I miss thinking that I had it all figured out, my life, who I wanted to be I miss being who I thought I was I miss those good old days, days that are just memories now I miss you
A simple I need you, I want you, I miss you can change not only your day but that ache in your chest.
Thehabitsofmyheart
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Thehabitsofmyheart
Kuwaiti
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
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