Baby... call me cheesy, but, you must be a ruler, because, I want every inch of you. It’s a cloudy, rainy Monday afternoon here in Washington (per usual). The perfect scene for you and I to be cradled up in bed, while your head lays on my chest. That was my favorite. When you used my body as your pillow. When you held me so tight, and wrapped your body around mine. I find myself missing those moments. I find myself missing you. I know I said what I said, but, you’re the only girl my mind gravitates towards. I really felt something, but I chose to suppress my feelings knowing exactly how I felt about you. You see, with you I feel like me. I opened up to you, I dropped my guard, and chose to be vulnerable with you. You make me happy, and now that you’re gone, there’s a deep void in my heart. At least that’s what my chest feels. I’m sorry for letting go of your hand, when all I really wanted was to interlock them with yours. It’s funny how every time I receive a text, I am hopeful it will be you. But’s not, and I hate it. I miss you, and I miss the feeling of you missing me...