I still remember the last time I saw his face. I remember the whole year I was with him a little too much. I remember the first kiss on my birthday to going to his beach-house just like it was yesterday. He brought too much happiness to me. Everyday spent with him were my favorite days. He told me we would be together forever. I was reminded daily of how much he loved me. Now I wonder if it was all a lie.
I miss him so much. I wish I had the courage to tell him. I miss his smile and his big, brown eyes. I miss his kisses and his touch and how he could instantly calm me just by his presence. I even miss his huge nose that was an insecurity to him but I thought it was adorable. The part I hate about myself most is that I fell for him. I fell for him so hard that in the end he couldn’t catch me. I saw through every bad thing about him and still thought he was the most fascinating person in the world. I loved how his mind functioned and how much mental strength he had. I don’t think he even knows this but he inspired me so much. He made me loose and enjoy life. Whenever we were on one of our secret adventures it just gave me such an adrenaline rush. I crave it back. Every second of it.
Come Back. Please.