Aboutday & night dreamer. loves singing. worships jazz & blues. has a little too much love for her own hair. wishes to have been born in the 1940s or earlier. in love with the telly. believes in music.
It’s like, hurting me on weekends is your favourite thing to do.
….and then I cried myself to sleep. Like I always do. Homesick.
I miss you so much it hurts
To just lay there,
feel your skin next to mine.
As much as I love it,
I hate how I’ve become dependent to you.
I shouldn’t be needing you that much, should I?
I miss you.
Your voice, your touch, your scent, you.
I miss our Sundays together.
Just chilling together, having meals together.
I miss our weekdays together.
Working together, resting together.
I miss your stories.
Your clever brain, the things you know, I love listening to you telling stories.
I miss looking at you.
From across my desk, from your bed, looking at you asleep, I’m always so glad that I can look at you.
I miss talking to you.
Although sometimes I will have to repeat or get ignored ‘cause you’re playing your favourite game, I’d still talk to you.
I miss kissing you.
I may not be good at it but it feels so right, ‘cause those lips belong to you.
I miss…I miss everything about you.
But I don’t wanna tell you all this at once, ‘cause I don’t wanna scare you.
I miss you.
A lot; I’ve never missed anyone as much as I’m missing you.
Baby come back home soon, will you?
I’ll still be here waiting for you.
Although it’s funny, you are my home.
I’m waiting for you to come back to make this place feels like home. Again.
PS. I will clean your room and bathroom, but promise me to come home soon. You know how much I hate cleaning bathrooms, don’t you?