For some reason, I’m letting you play with my heart. And I’m hoping one day, one day you will stop and actually love me.
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2623.) I miss you. I miss your eyes. I miss the way you look at me. I miss the way you smile. I miss the way you can always make me laugh, laugh until my face hurts. I miss the way you look at the world and the things you say. I miss the way you hug me tight and rub my back. I miss the feeling of my head on your shoulder and I miss snuggling tight. I miss the way you sigh, and the sound of you heartbeat. I miss that tension when we sit next to each other, or when we stand close together. I miss the way you make my heart skip beats when you put your hand on my shoulder or brush against me. I miss those jumpers, those boots, those glasses. I miss your laugh and the sound of your voice. I miss how shy you are. I miss the way you never judge me and how you always understand. I miss the little things and the bigs things, but basically, I miss being near you. I know I shouldn’t, but I do and it gives me something to aim for when I’m away from you. I love you, even if you don’t love me back.
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sixteeen, junior, single !
