i’m afraid that one day you’ll say, “good morning,” and i’ll say, “i love you.”
I don’t know what to do with you when you smile. I just want to hug your face, but. that would seem weird. You make me weird. Which makes me smile.
I wish we lived closer.
And sometimes, when I’m not too busy being angry or strong or even happy for letting you go, I just feel sad. Because I miss you.