i miss you. i miss us. i miss being your friend. i miss that weird phase where we were more than friends less than lovers. i miss our dates and pointless disagreements and laughter. i miss the comfortable silence and the phone calls where we talked until we fell asleep. i miss the sneaking around and the shut doors and the quiet laughter that we tried to hide when we did something we knew we weren’t supposed to do. i miss who i was before you, even though i find it impossible to truly want a life where you are not in it. i miss the girl i was before you came back the first time, the second time, the third and forth (though i’m glad you came back). i miss who i was when i didn’t miss you at all, because now it is all that i think about. i miss who i was when i didn’t have to miss you, because you were right there.
i think i just miss you.

















