When I Remember Us

I miss you.

Not the person that annoyed, frustrated or hurt me, the one I’ve gotten used to, but the other one.

I miss the guy who used to share his smiles with me, and his warmth as we lied together, his arm around me and his breath on my neck. I miss the laughs we had, during adventures only we shared. I miss our conversations about our favourite tv shows and teams, things in common I only shared with you.

When I remember us, I don’t understand why you don’t want to be together anymore.

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megpill

I'm a writer and an even bigger reader. Cat lover. Dreamer with a wandering soul. I'm twenty-three years old, obviously, and I have been writing since I was a teenager. I had major writer's block when I was at university and so now I'm trying to get out of it and express myself with this site.

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