It's only been a few days, that's true. But I already miss you. Your quiet stares, you shaking off your hair. How you'd look at me in awe because I was singing to a song you know. And how we shared a look for a second when someone asked you a question that we somehow knew the answer to. It's crazy how well we connect; Except for the part where you don't like me back. For someone who makes me incredibly happy, you're also the reason why I'm full of misery.