I do hate wondering if he misses me, especially when I miss him so…
“That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.”
― Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants
When I’m cooking or doing dishes, I wish he was here to walk up behind me. Squeeze me tight, kiss my neck. I want him here to ramble sleepily with at night, and in the morning while I’m trying to wake up.
I miss how he can make me laugh with just a look, or one word.
It wasn’t like this until we spent a couple long weekends with each other. Now, I just want all to keep on as it is, and for us to be together come summer.
I really hope he feels the same. But man. How the fuck do you ask without emailing him this here blog??