i miss you, oh how i miss you. i miss talking to you. that one of the things i loved most about you, why i was always finding myself wanting to be around you. i loved talking to you. i could talk to you all day. do you remember when we met? how we talked for ages without stopping? talking for no other reason besides just wanting to know more about you, the way you thought. i remember being with you and never wanting you to stop speaking and i miss it, i miss it so much. i miss it when i’m sitting here alone, wanting you here with me, talking to me, telling me anything. i wish i could play the sound of your voice like a song on repeat, calming me down, singing me to sleep. because i miss your voice and the way you put words together, the way they sounded coming out of your mouth.
it feels unfair that the first person that i never grew tired talking to would be someone that i’d have to leave so far behind. i haven’t had my fill of you yet, haven’t said all the words that i want to say, haven’t finished listening to you yet. i don’t want to stop talking.












