Hey there darlie dear.
I miss you listening to all my xenoarchaelogy rubbish.
I miss you being interested in doctor who with me.
I miss you having this shitassweirdawesome connection with me.
I miss you having the same fucking frequency as me.
I miss you and I having a conversation that nobody’d ever understand.
I miss you listening to the songs I listen to and thinks that they’re nice.
I miss you chatting about the world and everything in the universe.
I miss you being there for me, laughing with me over my silly jokes.
I miss you being the one and only one that knows me so well and the best.
I miss you for everything we’ve, and have done together.
I miss your presence, and everything.
I wonder if you forgot about me, you best damn thing ever.
Sick and tired of loving,
& 2:08 PM