Nights are the worst.
I miss our night texts. When we would go to bed together, him on his side and me on mine. He would remind me not to steal the covers and I’d tease him about his snoring. I miss our night calls, the way he said my name and when he told me he loved me. I miss feeling wanted and needed. I miss texting him random I love you texts and I miss how we would get into those stupid fights about who loved the other more. I miss being woken up by his good-morning texts as he was on his way to work and I miss being stupid with him. I miss my bestfriend, I miss my boyfriend, I really fucking miss S.
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I’m not sure why I’m here,
All i’ve been doing since I’ve logged on is cry.
N.
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Day 8.
Favorite thing you’ve given him/her?
When I send him my care package I’m currently working on.
N
Going to be mega cheesy and say my heart
S
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