Dear You
We’re coming up on our three year anniversary and I don’t know how else to get my point across. You won’t text me back, you pretend like I don’t exist, but I don’t blame you. How do I tell you that I miss cuddling with you? That I miss adventuring with you and cooking with you and that I miss watching our damn shows together? How do I tell you that I miss jumping up and down like a child on your bed when a good song comes on? That I miss the cute, little smirk that appears on your handsome face when I do something stupid? How do I tell you that I freaking miss your adorable, nerdy excitement about Star Wars? That I miss your family. How do I tell you that I miss you so goddamn much? I miss usso goddamn much. How do I tell you that there’s nothing that doesn’t remind me of you? How do I tell you that every song I hear, every movie I watch, every single thing I do has some connection to you and it kills me inside? There hasn’t been one day in the past five months that I haven’t thought of you. Every time something happens to me, good or bad, all I want to do is run and tell you.