In Every way I try to look at it, it just hurts. I miss you so much and wonder why. I doubt my motives many times . . . or let me say I tried doubting myself but it was futile. I tried pushing it away but it stayed. I tried writing but it came out wrong. So I decided to spill it out like this
I miss you dear friend
I miss our hangout
I miss our chit chat
I miss our chilling at your place
I miss playing with you
I miss driving with you
I miss texting with you
I miss joking with you
I miss telling you stuff
I miss talking about your boyfriend
I miss talking about my girlfriend
I miss talking about my crazy character
I miss making fun with you
I miss writing with you
I miss strolling with you
I miss window shopping with you
I miss confiding in you
I miss your lil’ secrets
I miss being built spiritually by you
I miss talking about God with you
I miss poking your dimples
I miss shaking your head
I miss scattering your hair
I miss tickling you.
Matter of Fact, I miss you.
. raQ