consuming my mind..
I dreamt of you again last night. Third time in a span of a few weeks. You felt like a distant stranger I was very fond of and was very excited to be near even though we didn't interact. In my dreams we never do.
Your essence just lingers and a vision of...
and mentally.. Without communicating., Now I understand.
And I **** I miss you so much.
I miss you I miss you
I miss your essence
I miss your rage
I miss your embrace
I miss running my hands through your hair
I miss hugging you
I miss gazing into your eyes
I ******* miss...
that we're are no longer friends, we haven't spoken for days, months which feels like years..
I will never forget you
I remember our last call very well
You sung to me until I fell asleep, I wish I hadn't. Did I know that was going to be our last call? I wish I could turn...
The last time I spoke to you you'd fallen asleep again struggling to stay up and talk and I was listening to you breathe and whispering to you how much I loved you. If I'd had any idea it would be the last time I spoke to you I don't think I would have ever hung up the phone...