Missing you, but you weren't even mine to miss
I fucking miss you. I hate it. I don't know if you feel the same way I do right now but it's annoying. I hate not being able to have you. I hate going over all the memories we have together instead of making new memories. Every cute thing you said to me, every action you made towards me, every touch, every breathe, every moment of silence, played over in my head so I can try and recreate what it's like to be with you, to be by your side, to just TALK and have a pointless conversation with you about nothing but not ending it because we just didn't want to stop talking.
I want to make out with you again and I want to touch your wonderful body over and over until there's no part of you that hasn't been touched by me. I've never wanted someone as badly as I want you it scares me, it fucking scares me how much I want you. Maybe I'm crazy, maybe this is infatuation and as time goes on and we grow further apart I'll move on. But I don't want to move on I want to love you and I want you to love me
It's fucking annoying not being able to have you right now.