I miss number twelve. I am laying in bed and I just miss him. I'd love to just be near him, lay in his arms. I am blogging so I don't text him. I would love to facetime him right now because I would love to hear his voice and see his face.
I guess I just hope that one day it will just get better. One day we will be happy. It sucks because any time I look to my future, I see him. I love him. I always will. But he leaves in a year to Texas. And I don't know I can deal with that. I've dreamt about the day he leaves for a few months now. I can see him saying goodbye and all I see is him holding me while I tell him not to go. Please don't go. Because I have to say it out loud.
That's how I feel.
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