Oh sweetheart, I love you.
Even when we’re drunk and my thoughts are more honest than ever, you’re who I love; you’re more than just my bestfriend and I wish you’d see that.
Sometimes we all get a little lost in life. It’s not always black and white, there are shades of grey which cannot be easily deciphered. Sometimes the best intentions have the worst outcomes.
I miss the comfort of being held onto tightly as we fell fast asleep. I miss the hold of your hand as we drove all across town. I miss your hand on my thigh as we conversed with friends. I miss your hand around my waist as we sat and smoked. I miss the hour long hugs where a word was never said. I miss lying on you and listening to your heartbeat as it sung me to sleep. I miss being literally swept off my feet. I miss the smiles between and during kisses. I miss our night long talks that kept us up until the sun would rise. I miss your drunken nights where you’d spill your heart out. I miss having my legs wrapped around while lying on the couch, just talking. I miss beating the shit out of each other (never actually hurting each other). I miss how beautiful you made me feel, even when I was breaking out and in sweats. I miss the hour long goodbyes. I miss watching your headlights fade, knowing they’d be back in a few hours. I miss sharing every bit of my day with you. I miss sneaking around and trying not to get caught. I miss being the hilarious duo. I miss receiving quotes from songs and Shakespeare. I miss you being happy. I miss everything about what we were. I miss my heart being whole. I hope you know that you have forever taken a part of it and that the damage you did over a year ago will never fully heal. I’m just hoping that one day, someone will care enough to stick around; that someone will look past the broken pieces and see that there’s still more of me to give.