I miss you.
I miss your voice, your hugs, your kisses. I wish you were here beside me again. I miss waking up to you every morning, and being able to roll over and kiss the person that I love more than anything.
Please come back home to me soon.
I miss this wonderful boy. ❤
I search for the words. ‘Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As is you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it.’
FUCK today, is all I’m saying.