Yes, Josh this is about you, but it sums up everything so well I wish it wasn't.
I hate trying so hard to like someone I'm supposed to love.
I miss street lights, apartment buildings, and 24 hour coffee shops. I miss cold dry winter air and the bottom cuff of my pants being wet. I miss chain smoking cigarettes and wanting to hold your hand so badly. I miss laying my head on your chest. I miss the smell of Dr. Pepper chapstick. I miss kissing you and having it always feel like the first time. I miss believing in you. I even miss missing you, but most of all I just miss us.
I don't wanna think that I've wasted a year on someone who doesn't even care enough to call and say "Hey, I'm not coming tonight. Don't worry I'm not dead or anything."