I don’t know if you miss me But holy **** I miss you Holy **** do I miss hearing your stereo laughter Holy **** do I miss that look in your eyes when you’d stare at me Holy **** I always feel like I can’t breath now I guess that’s my anxiety telling me you must really mean something Did you know by next week it’ll be a month since we’ve spoken? That’s what you wanted right? You wanted a month. And Jesus ******* Christ I pray for you every night even though we haven’t talked I hope you at least talk to me by your birthday If you don’t then Happy Birthday, I’ll still love you when March comes I’ll still wish you well even if you don’t remember me in 2 more months from now Which is exactly how much time you asked for. Will you be back in two more months? Counting somehow makes it easier to deal with Because I keep wishing you’ll be back like you said you would Its 2 am again holy **** I’m crying a river again