I'm no more different than you are,
i love smelling your hair. i love kissing your forehead. i love when u played with my hair. i miss your cute face while we were playing. i miss you, like hey, fucking a lot. i miss holding your hands. i miss running my fingers through your hair, you know i love playing with it. i'll always pray for you. and i'll always there for you, when you are sad or happy. i will. my life is meant to be with you. but, heck, i cant help it. the truth remains. -.-
can things just go back to normal? i miss you, and darn i fucking need you here *pftt
