I miss you
I miss my friends.
I miss the way sometimes there's so much to say that there's not even enough time to take a breath
and the way sometimes we're just content in each other's company without words
and the way they care about things that matter to me
and the way they say "And that's why we love you"
and the way every man who doesn't give us the world is either gay or an asshole
and the way a totally fucked up night can still be a blast
and the way we laugh at the stupidest things and each other's jokes
and the way they just hug me when I cry
and the way it's okay for us to hold hands
and the way they make sense out my complications
I miss them. And everything about them.
But mostly I miss the way I feel when I'm with them, I feel like I'm the luckiest damn girl in the world because I have, without a single doubt in my mind, the universe's greatest friends.
I miss the way sometimes there's so much to say that there's not even enough time to take a breath
and the way sometimes we're just content in each other's company without words
and the way they care about things that matter to me
and the way they say "And that's why we love you"
and the way every man who doesn't give us the world is either gay or an asshole
and the way a totally fucked up night can still be a blast
and the way we laugh at the stupidest things and each other's jokes
and the way they just hug me when I cry
and the way it's okay for us to hold hands
and the way they make sense out my complications
I miss them. And everything about them.
But mostly I miss the way I feel when I'm with them, I feel like I'm the luckiest damn girl in the world because I have, without a single doubt in my mind, the universe's greatest friends.