missing someone

Grab my hands and slow dance with me in the refrigerator light. Pull me into bed and do nothing but hold me. Let me wear your shirts in the morning so I can have a part of you with me. Kiss me softly before you leave and promise me you’ll be back tonight so we can fall in love all over again.

Long distance relationship
  • Dad: Relationships are hard.
  • Me: Try being in a long distance relationship. Try listening to her cry, but don’t hold her or kiss her, and text her to comfort her, because you’re literally 1,000 miles away and that’s all you can do. Try seeing her over Skype and only Skype, where sometimes the call drops and the quality isn’t great. Or how about planning a trip to go see her? But wait you can’t, because you’re having financial issues. Try explaining it to your friends, try telling them why they can’t meet her. Don’t even think of planning dates, because you’ll be the only one attending them. Try fighting with distance, that shit isn’t easy because you have distance on top of it. Try sleeping alone every night after hearing I love you and cuddling with a stuffed animal that doesn’t even do the trick because you know it isn’t her. That’s the really hard type of relationship.
  • Dad: I think I’m going to cry.
  • Me: Me too.
Look at me and tell me you don’t feel anything. See me smiling and tell me it doesn’t hurt. Know I’m not writing about you and tell me you’re still the same person you were a moment ago. Go ahead. You can tell me what you want because I’ll know what you mean. That’s the thing about a person who used to love you. They get in your head, take off their shoes and get comfortable. Tell me you don’t miss me. You do.

Bullshit, you fucking miss me by k.p.k

There’s a difference between missing someone and missing having someone.
—  you don’t miss me, you’re just lonely // a.s.m
I never believed in love at first sight but for some reason, I felt something different when we first met. The more I got to know you, the more my feelings intensified. And when you smiled, I knew that I was in trouble.
—  I just hope that you’ll let me fall in your arms
I hate missing someone. Their touch, their kiss, their laugh. The way their eyes light up when they talk about things they truly love. The way they say your name. It just makes you feel so damn special. The way they look at you, falling in love with them all over again. Their voice is the sweetest sound and you never want it to stop. You miss the way they brush the hair out of your face. The way their lips feel pressed against yours. Those little cheek and forehead kisses that make you blush.You miss those stupid jokes that you roll your eyes at. You miss them as a whole, but also every single piece of them. I hate missing someone, but I love having someone to miss.
—  I hate missing someone
Well, you’ll break his heart and he’ll break yours. But you won’t forget each other, even if one day you walk past him and neither of you acknowledges it. That’s the thing about first loves, you never forget them, they are the only person who gets your whole untouched heart. They get all the love you’ve saved up for this moment and they get to keep it forever. You may never speak again but you can guarantee that you can still picture his eyes looking into yours as he said those three words, the way he kissed you afterwards and couldn’t stop repeating those words over and over until you were both too tired to speak. However you’ll also always remember the last time he said those three words, and told you that he was going to come back for you, the way he made you believe that a happy ending did exist for both of you. Those memories will come back to you in waves, all the firsts and all the lasts, the good and the bad, but what’s important is the fact that your first love is just that, the first but not the last.
—  from me to you
The first time I spoke to you, I was in a hurry to leave and get myself home. But your arms soon became my home. And I suddenly couldn’t think about anything else but you holding me throughout the night.
—  You’re my home