I remember when I told you how much I missed your kisses when we were apart for almost a month. your response was “You’re so weird”, but you followed it with this look of joy. I couldn’t be mad at such a beautiful face and such a handsome smile. The only thing I could think about afterwards was the way I wanted to describe your kisses to you. they were like a drug, it was like a shot of the smoothest liquor. Everytime we kissed my heart fluttered with joy like it knew I was kissing my soulmate, the only sad part to this story is that I wasn’t your soulmate and that’s why I’m sitting here writing this out now instead of telling you. I wish I was telling you, I wish we were looking at the moon and I was telling you this at the moment, but I’m not because you moved on with your life and I’m still trying to learn how to move on from my future with you.