• You.

    by  • February 4, 2011 • Betrayal, Grief, Heartbreak, Lost Love, Love - Pure and Simple, Miss You, The Ex, Yearning for You • 0 Comments

    Hey you.

    Remember that summer night, when we decided to take a late night swim?
    I remember every part of it.
    All the moments that brought us there, the I love you’s, the I’m sorry’s, all of that. How I had cheated on you, and how awfully you had reacted.
    But that didn’t matter. Because I remember the air being that thick, summer air that just felt good. And I remember looking at you and deciding to say, screw the past.
    And that kiss, god I remember that kiss. The kind that words can’t do justice. The kind that you feel with every part of your body, that you never come back from. The kind people wait their whole lives for.
    And I remember saying, “I don’t want to have to miss you again.”
    “You won’t have to. I promise.”

    Well guess what. You lied. Because here I am, telling an anonymous website that I fucking miss you.

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