You have stars in your eyes.

I miss you, And not in a “it’s one in the morning, I’m so lonely, looking through old pictures” kind of way. I miss you, In a “my friends are all laughing, and so am I, but somehow you still haven’t left my mind” kind of way. I miss you, And not in a “someone asked me how you were today and I realized I didn’t know the answer” kind of way. I miss you, In a “nobody has brought you up in months, but I still tell stories about you” kind of way. I miss you, And not in a “it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m alone” kind of way. I miss you, In a “you did well on a test and I want to be the first person you tell” kind of way. I miss you. I don’t just miss the idea of you. I miss you.

Words cannot describe all that you mean to me. I could spend hours trying to fit words together like a puzzle to fit into the enigma of you. However, even Shakespeare is at a loss for words when it comes to the effect your honey brown eyes have on me. These words will never do you justice or depict how your love forever changed me. You are the words that flow from my pen, you are every love song and quote that I come across. I do not write these words for you, but rather you are the words that beg to be written.

One day it just gets better. There’s no explanation or reason why. You just wake up and you’re not angry anymore.

I pretended not to care about the things that pained me the most. I thought that if I pretended, then it wouldn’t hurt. But oh fuck, I was wrong, I was so very wrong.