Tomorrow is number twelve's birthday and it kind of hit me like a freight train. We were doing so good together this time last year. We had just started actually dating again. And I was falling head over heels for him. And now I'm sitting here in tears again over a silly boy. But he's not just a silly boy. He's my best friend. And that's what kills me the most. I don't know what to do without the one person that matters most to me, and not just sexually. I just am thinking about his birthday present last year and all the things I want to get him this year. I just want him to be happy. I miss him.
There I said it, I miss him.
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