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And now we hardly talk but you had so much to say those nights where there was skin on skin and I could feel your pulse. Considering I thought it meant a little more than this, I guess it’s mostly you I’m starting to miss.
Eight letters, three words, one regret. I miss you.
He misses you? Good, he should. You’re sexy, pretty, fun, outgoing, and fun to be around. Guys that haven’t met you yet miss you. But don’t get back together with him. Because somewhere out there, there’s a guy searching really hard for you. He’s the one that deserves someone amazing like you. Let him have it and not the asshole that left you.
I can only nod my head and smile because there are a million things I’d like to say to you and I’m afraid they’ll all come out at once. It’s true. I miss you.
I don’t wanna feel like this, but I’m so tired of missing you.
I looked out the car window today and I’m realizing that I miss you again. It’s funny how out of nowhere you came to mind. The truth is, I wish you were still here.
I miss the days you held me and the days I hear your voice. I miss the days you were there. Us falling apart wasn’t my choice. I miss the days you kissed me and the feelings we used to show. But most of all I miss the guy that I thought I used to know.
I miss the way you hold my hand. I miss the way you looked into my eyes. I miss the way you felt for me.
I miss you when something really good happens because you’re the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me because you’re the only one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because I know you’re the one who makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time but I miss you the most when I lie awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other, for those were some of the best and memorable times of my life.
I miss your smile but I miss my own even more.
I ran across a picture you took of me and you crossed my mind. I can still hear you saying you love me when I close my eyes.
I tried to tell myself that you’re gone but it just won’t sink in. no matter what I do, I’m still missing and thinking about you. I’m tired of feeling this way. I know it would be right for me to let go but no matter how much I tell myself to do it, I can’t. I tell myself that it’s better to never see you again, but no matter how much I try to forget, it always makes me remember all the good times we had, and even the bad, and how much I regret the things I’ve done, all the things I’ve said. And you know I’m sorry but sorry just doesn’t cut it for you anymore. I’ve said it too many times. I just can’t seem to find the words to tell you how sorry I really am. I think about you every day. I can’t get you out of my mind. Maybe the reason I can’t get you out is because you’re supposed to be there. I miss you.
I was so used to you calling me because every night we used to speak and now I still wait by the phone until I fall asleep.
Missing someone isn’t about how long it’s been since you’ve seen them last or the amount of time since you’ve talked. It’s about that very moment when you’re doing something and you wish that they were right there with you.
Sometimes I just miss that boy, the one who held my hand walking down the street, whose arms I laid in and never wanted to go away, the one who I talked to for hours and told pointless stories to, the one who knew everything about me and liked me anyway, the one who knew exactly what I was saying even if I didn’t and helped me when I had no clue what to do, the one who showed me what love was and what it was like to need someone there, the one who could only make me cry and hurt me like no other guy could, those eyes that said everything, that sense of sarcasm that was always there, the way even he couldn’t stop from falling in love, that even though we fought constantly and couldn’t stand each other we couldn’t leave each other’s sides. Something is still there, something that never left me the day that boy broke my heart in two, something like your first love that wasn’t ready to end, something that makes your stomach flip at the brush of a hand or arm, something that makes it so much harder to know that he’s not yours anymore but hers, something that makes you want to hide away and cry all those tears because suddenly all of those memories come back and it hurts worse to know that it’s all out of control.1 2
