I hate this…
I hate that I miss you. Why did you tell me to keep in touch with you? Did you mean it? I think if you did you would just text me yourself.
Every time we were together, it was like an out of body experience, yet so grounding. How could someone give another person such bliss? The world stopped when I was in your bed.
You were the first person that ever made me feel safe being myself. I hope I find that again.
I hate that I miss you and that I will probably always love you.