I'm not saying I miss him, but nights like these it would be nice to lay down in his bed again. That time we stayed up all night and watched Skins until 1 in the afternoon... in that moment, there was nothing else I'd rather be doing. If I couldn't sleep, neither could he. I'm not saying I miss him, but there is no one else more similar to me than him. It's like our brains have the same ways of functioning. I can tell how he's feeling and what he's thinking even when he's not around. And vise versa. For example, currently, we're both fucked; As mad as a hatter, at our worst. I could never hide things from him, he always knew. And when I attempted to... he would let it go, because he knew that's what I wanted. I'm not saying I miss him, but everything I found agitating now seems more like home. I'm not saying I miss him, but I really fucking miss him.
Edit: this is a draft I just found from years and yearsss ago but I’ve been told it’s nicely written and to share so whatever man













