its funny how seeing you once can bring back a rush of memories. just one simple "hi." and i’m back in january— laying in your bed, being carried down the street, good morning texts and sleepy goodnights. what i’d give to know i’m not the only one who misses this.
There is a lot on my mind. My crazy class schedule and barely having time to finish work, being so close to spring break but yet so far away, dealing with this "weirdness" phase i’ve been stuck in, tennis and the fact that i am 0-7 so far in the season, my shoulder injury and trying to hide it from my coaches… the list goes on and on. But more than anything, i wish i could talk to you. I know you would answered if i call, but it just feels weird. I don’t want you to see me break down. There is something about you that put me at easy; no matter what the circumstance, i always felt better after talking about it with you.
so props to you, not only for being inspiration for enough songs that could create an album, but for being the first guy i could ever trust. now, i wish i didn’t have to let that go.
"when you’re gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you. when you’re gone the face I came to know is missing too. when you’re gone, the words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok"