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I keep thinking that if anyone were to read this, then they’d think I were crazy if I didn’t censor what I was really thinking.
But i’m not crazy. I’m just, i’m in love. And i’m heartbroken.
I miss his lips. His beautiful, full lips that were so soft, even when they looked chapped. And his beautiful soft skin. The way it smelt. Sometimes of cocoa butter. Sometimes, just of him. His blue jeans on his neck. His stubble that irritated my top lift, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. His kisses. His beautiful kisses. His huge, beautiful eyes that were always watching me. That I could get lost in for hours.
I miss him so, so much.