i’d choose her over
everything else
but
she chose sleep
over me.

~
i miss you.
it’s not the kind of ‘i miss you’ that just means i miss your presence,

it’s the kind of ‘i miss you’ that means i miss your touch.

i miss your lips, your perfect skin and the smell of your cologne.

i miss the fun and adventurous dates we had and the ‘cuddle up and watch netflix’ kind of dates.

i miss the sad days, the happy days, and every other day in between.

i miss the feel of your arm, wrapped around me tight.

i miss holding your hand, and you not being embarrassed for being with me.

i miss the times where i’d cry my eyes out, and you’d always be the one for me to lean on.

i miss the smallest things, like the way you loved your back tickles and the way you’d tuck one strand of hair behind my ear to indicate you wanted to kiss me.

i miss your hair when you’d just woken up, and it would be all messy and crazy.

i miss your voice, your precious voice that i haven’t been able to get out of my head.

i miss the feeling of being safe and at home whenever you were around.

i miss too many things about you, way too many things, and i don’t know how to cope with knowing another girl is one day going to receive those things.

that one day, i’m just going to be a memory, with no special meaning, just someone you used to have a little thing with.

the hardest thing is going to be moving on and making myself receive new and different things from another guy.

i wanted you to miss me too, i wanted you to miss things about me, but you don’t want me at all, so what’s the point in wanting you ?