You just know

January 4, 2015

11:11pm

I find it strange that I miss you this much.

Yeah I've missed people before,

But with you it's different.

It's almost like you're my comfort.

I miss how when you hugged me it was so tight that I almost didn't want to breathe.

I miss when you would play with my hair.

I miss looking at you sleep,

And I miss my fingers playing with your hair.

And it's strange how you can be gone,

And I'm both happy and sad at the same time.

You're so precious to me

I'm happy that I have you,

But I'm sad that you're not here right now.

I love making you smile;

And in life I think when it comes to loving things,

You just know.

That's it.

You just know.

-m.c.-

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