empty

i miss talking to you. i miss confiding my deepest darkest secrets with you. i miss how you would just laugh at them. i miss how you’d try to tell your secrets too, just so we can continue our conversations. i miss everything that you told me to do, but of course, i didn’t pay attention. i was busy listening to our laughter. i miss how we’d stay up all night; talking, laughing, chatting, trying to cheer each other up. i miss how we’d watch youtube videos together. i miss how you’d call me on the phone and try to seduce me, it almost kinda worked. i miss how i can be so informal when talking to you, its as if the distance wasn’t existent. i miss everything about that, but seeing that everything is where is at right now, i’ll just be happy with missing you.

i miss you.

i like you.

i loved, yes, i loved you.