I miss. I miss being in love and the rush it has when you know someone is in love with you too. I miss getting good morning texts thinking I was on your mind first. I miss worrying if you ate your dinner or if you are doing alright. I miss talking to someone randomly and in a baby kind of matter. I miss our phone conversations that last for 10 hours, when we are both away from each other. I miss holding your hand while we stroll down the sidewalk. I miss how you argued with me when I buy something pricey. I miss how reckless we were back then. I miss your kisses and hugs. I miss the way you called me “my love” I miss how you teased me when I make errors. I miss how you annoyed me. I miss how we fought and made up. I miss how you hurt me by calling me a weirdo in front of your friends and laughed at me. Because of how stupid my joke sounds. I miss the moments you made me cry and your apologies. But most of all I miss it when we were still best of friends and now we act as if we never existed in each others’ world.
pmmhv (via wordsnquotes)
