Jan 27, 2017
for her
I miss you. I miss being in love with you. I miss late nights at the theatre and sitting in your car. and walking you to your car. I miss making you smile, and I miss hearing you giggle. I miss your outfits. And the way your voice sounds when you’re tired. I miss feeling understood when I’m with you. I hate that right now I’m hurting, I hate that I can’t move on. I hate that I made a playlist for you and I hate that I listen to it everyday in my car. I hate reading old journal entries about you and missing you even more. And above all things: I hate that even when we’re 100 miles apart (literally 111 miles I google mapped it) you are still the last thing I think about in bed at night–
