I MISS YOU

February 8, 2015

i sit here and think about us

about what we were

and about how we are

the way things have changed is crazy

i miss this

the way we used to watch the stars and chill

laying in silence in the truck

i miss the way we used to kiss

the way you hugged me so tight

our last kiss was my favorite kiss

our last hug was my favorite hug

all im tryna say is..

i miss you..

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