I've missed you.
I'm sure you can gather that I've been a mess.
I've missed the way your voice gracefully flows from your soft pink lips.
Days passed slowly when I sat alone.
I didn't want my friends, my family, school or much of anything.
I'd miss the way that those songs I listened to used to make me smile.
After while I would only cringe.
I'd miss the way that those songs I sang, I only sang to you.
I missed when we would walk into a room we'd get a compliment or too.
Mainly, I've missed you and every little thing you do.
From the way you lose your temper in the morning easily, to the way that you can't hold sentence while I'm holding your weary head minutes before the clock strikes three.
I may have a faulty camera in my mind but I can still feel the memories.
I don't know why I'm writing this.