it was perfectly fine.
everyone was happy.
we were perfectly fine.
i cant stand not talking to you.
i told you, you're one of the people i cant not talk to.
i guess i'm doing it already.
you have your thing, we have ours.
we should just talk, clear things up, before everything gets messy again.
i know its weird.
i'm always hoping we can clear things up, but when i'm finally standing next to you,
i have nothing to say to you.
like, everything just becomes numb and distant.
and then, i just walk off.
i've given up trying.
but, dont get me wrong, i will talk to you if you talk to me.
like, i guess things on the outside are fine.
just, dont go in depth, and everything will be fine.
she always tells me to talk to you.
but its too weird.
we have our thing, you have yours.
everythings fine, i guess.
everything you do makes me love you more.
how sexy you look, just walking up to me.
how hot you look from the back, turning your head to look at me.
how you tell me you love me.
how you laugh at me when i do silly things.
how we wish we had our own house so i can snuggle up to you,
especially when i have a bad middle-of-the-night stomach ache,
and all i want is you to make it better.
the way you kiss me, when i havent seen you in so long.
the way you look at me.
the way you tell me you love me.
the simplest things you do make me love you more and more.
i miss you, lover.