just a little venting.
I MISS... "Sexual Healing", "Splash Waterfalls", hearing "hey, megan?" when i pick up the phone, The Ring 2, Meet The Fockers, talking to you on the phone for hours, hearing your voice, your breathing into the phone, opening the door to see your face, the way you walk, the way your body made me absolutely crazzyyy about you, the way you hugged me, you holding me, getting tickled, when you held my hand, your stares at me and when i asked "why" you said "because i can't get over how beautiful you are", hearing im amazing, laughing at the stupidest things or for no reason at all, wearing your clothes, your boxers, smiling for hours, watching you smile and knowing that you're happy while doing it, kisses on my forehead, kisses on my cheek, kisses on my hands, just your kisses, laying next to you, falling asleep next to you, waking up next to you, piggyback rides for no reason, fooling around on your bed, acting like 5 year olds, promises, forevers, your weight on top of me, feeling you inside me, your love, hearing you laugh, long talks, our deep conversations, you telling me not to worry about it, knowing you love me, knowing im your first love and first serious relationship, being so special to you, feeling special, your family, every little thing about you, everything that reminds me of you, i miss you, the old you, the you that's way down inside.
I DON'T MISS... the fights, the tears, the suspicion, the anger, the hurt, the confusion, the guilt, the doubt, the emptiness, the other girls, the empty looks, the stares that made me feel like you were looking right through me, knowing you were with me and thinking of other girls, getting interrupted with the phone calls, the stories i heard, feeling unhappy, the new you, the one thats covering up his feelings, the one thats running away.
I DON'T MISS... the fights, the tears, the suspicion, the anger, the hurt, the confusion, the guilt, the doubt, the emptiness, the other girls, the empty looks, the stares that made me feel like you were looking right through me, knowing you were with me and thinking of other girls, getting interrupted with the phone calls, the stories i heard, feeling unhappy, the new you, the one thats covering up his feelings, the one thats running away.