‘don’t go to bed yet, love, I think it’s early, and we just need a little time to ourselves.’
when the song played, I swear I tried not to feel that crazy heartbeat pumping in me.
Because you were right beside me when I showed you the song that night, I just felt so warm and fuzzy in the inside.
Nerdy, do you remember? When all I could do was hug my legs tightly and cry, and tell you how sorry I was? I really meant it.
Maybe you thought it was all words and no actions because you were giving me smiles and talked in a cute voice, but I just really don’t know how to express it. I may act like I don’t care most of the time, but whenever I see someone else try and cheer you up I get all hot with regret and jealous in the inside. I hate that feeling. I really want to help you but in the end you’ll always bottle everything up to yourself.
Do you know? Everytime you link arms/ hold hands/ hug/kiss/share secrets with xxx, all I could do is bleed inside? yet on the outside I’ll just give a wide smile and laugh along.
Fuck it I really fucking hate it. I fucking hate it we don’t do that to each other anymore. It’s fucking killing me everytime I think of it, even typing this behind the computer screen, I’m tearing.
I miss you. I miss being by your side, I miss hugging you like we always do, I miss late night phone calls, I miss heart to heart talks, I miss being alone with you, I miss you hitting my head for no good reason, I miss you. Really, I miss you.