I can’t tell if I’m crying because my heart is broken or because I miss him…
Or a mixture of both.
Y’know, we didn’t do all that much talking. I know that there was a lot more sex than talking but I miss the talking and being with him more than anything else… I miss his eyes.. the pitch of his voice when he’s joking… and the deep pull in it sometimes… I miss the curve of his mouth when he smiles… I miss being able to speak to him everyday… I miss snuggling up and watching tv… I miss the strange things you do with your eyebrows when you’re thinking…
>.<
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