I wake up at least once a night. Usually around 4 am.
Tonight, it’s earlier.
it’s been over a week since we last talked or had any contact.
That’s the longest it’s ever been since we met on december 6
I really miss you. I miss what we had.
i miss Sunday mornings
…high school Wednesday nights
…dinner with everyone
…waking up to a ‘good night cutie :)’ text message
…that wonderful feeling that no matter what, you’re there for me
I miss being loved and loving you.
You were my best friend for six months, someone I could trust and tell anything
I think I miss that part the most.
Even though I turned the corner and realized that you probably did the right thing, (I may still be convincing myself) this still hurts
A lot.
it’s hard to believe that this is what you wanted, I betyou would say, ‘it’s not what I wanted, but what I needed to do. I didn’t want to hurt you and believe me, I miss you too.’
I enjoy wasting company time and resources. Outside of work, I get a kick out of making people uncomfortable by asking personal questions and suggesting blatently explicit action. "You're the reason people are shy," is one of the best compliments I've ever received.