January 2011
37 posts
i miss you. i miss the time we’d spend together, just the two of us. the emotional attachment, the physical contact. i miss holding your hand, holding you close to me. i miss your silky soft kisses, and tracing hearts on your skin. i miss looking into your eyes. i miss getting slightly too physical with you. i miss how you like to pull away when you’re not in the mood to kiss. i wish...
i had thought that maybe after yesterday, you would be nicer to me. but i realized that what we have is breaking away bit by bit. after the effects have worn off you’re still impatient with me, like how you were before. am i that difficult to be nice to? am i that much of a thorn in your side?
if it weren’t for your hugs and sweet words, i would have felt like shit. and no one else, no one else will make me feel the way you do.
i’m sorry i constantly push you away unknowingly. i’m sorry i can’t love you the way you want me to. im sorry i can’t give everything you want me to give. i’m the worst guy a girl could ever ask for. i am not perfect, after all.
