i miss him .
i seen him yesterday . we didnt even bother saying hi . i hate how awkward things are with him . i miss him . as friends . cause that’s all we ever were . i miss talking to him when he would come and visit . i miss taking pictures with him . i miss his hugs . i miss hearing him say “como estas mona?” i miss him saying “i missed you” i miss seeing him smile at me . i miss the way he looked at me . i miss those times he’d wink then laugh . i just miss him . and i hate that things will Never be that way again .
This was originally written about one person, but now that I’m reading it years later, I can say I could’ve written this about two others. One in specific whom I will always miss dearly...







