I always think about him. Every single day. He’s on my mind. I miss him. yeah. i miss him a lot. His smile, his laugh, the little lines by his eyes when he smiles. The way he put his hand on the middle of my back and guided me into a room. I just miss him. I don’t want to miss him though. I’m tired of missing him. I’m tired of loving him. It hurts far too much yet as hard as i try and how much he’s changed i still can’t help it. It seems like there’s no way of moving on.














