I miss the way you'd hold my hand in the cold and
tell me everything would be okay.
I miss the smell of your jacket when you'd pull me
in and hold me so close to you.
I miss your heart and how it loved me each and
every step of the way.
I miss how we'd never want to sleep but would
talk on the phone for hours like there was
nothing better to do.
Your sweet words.
Your kind heart.
Your ridiculous laugh.
What I wouldn't give to have that all back.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
I miss the way you'd hold my hand in the cold and
tell me everything would be okay.
I miss the smell of your jacket when you'd pull me
in and hold me so close to you.
I miss your heart and how it loved me each and
every step of the way.
I miss how we'd never want to sleep but would
talk on the phone for hours like there was
nothing better to do.
Your sweet words.
Your kind heart.
Your ridiculous laugh.
What I wouldn't give to have that all back.
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