hate being home alone
i hate being home alone right now...
i miss having him there. next to me. i wish he would still be my friend, wish we can watch a movie together.. i miss that. so much. but i know that its stupid and wont ever happen. ever. i just wish we can spend some time together, i miss him so much and its hard being without him sometimes. doing some things with him was so perfect. everything we did seemed like it was suppose to happen, like it was meant to happen. like it was meant to be. but now... i think where is he when im doing something. when we walked together it was perfect. we fit. when we held hands, it was a perfect match. perfect fit.
its hard
i miss him being there.. knowing he was a phone call away :o( i miss knowing me cared about me. i miss him loving me. i miss him telling me im cute. i miss his laugh when i said something stupid. i miss the way he held me. i miss how my hand fit so perfect with his. i miss how we fit so perfectly. i miss how i called him at 2 in the morning crying because of a sad ending of a book. i miss his voice when i would wake him up for work. i miss how he never hated me for something i did. i miss how he helped me when i cried because i saw a cat die. i miss how he helped me pick out my fabric for prom. i miss his smile. i miss how he hugged me. i miss how he kissed me. i miss how he fell asleep on me. i miss touching the back of his head so he would go to sleep. i miss him so much. i miss everything about him.
i wish i would stop, but i cant and i dont know if i can, but i know i have to.
-xox- When she’s sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if she’s not saying anything. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. When you fall in love with her, tell her...
i miss having him there. next to me. i wish he would still be my friend, wish we can watch a movie together.. i miss that. so much. but i know that its stupid and wont ever happen. ever. i just wish we can spend some time together, i miss him so much and its hard being without him sometimes. doing some things with him was so perfect. everything we did seemed like it was suppose to happen, like it was meant to happen. like it was meant to be. but now... i think where is he when im doing something. when we walked together it was perfect. we fit. when we held hands, it was a perfect match. perfect fit.
its hard
i miss him being there.. knowing he was a phone call away :o( i miss knowing me cared about me. i miss him loving me. i miss him telling me im cute. i miss his laugh when i said something stupid. i miss the way he held me. i miss how my hand fit so perfect with his. i miss how we fit so perfectly. i miss how i called him at 2 in the morning crying because of a sad ending of a book. i miss his voice when i would wake him up for work. i miss how he never hated me for something i did. i miss how he helped me when i cried because i saw a cat die. i miss how he helped me pick out my fabric for prom. i miss his smile. i miss how he hugged me. i miss how he kissed me. i miss how he fell asleep on me. i miss touching the back of his head so he would go to sleep. i miss him so much. i miss everything about him.
i wish i would stop, but i cant and i dont know if i can, but i know i have to.
-xox- When she’s sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if she’s not saying anything. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. When you fall in love with her, tell her...