That awkward moment when someone starts singing a song you were just singing in your head.
April 2011
118 posts
So it goes.: I still miss parts of you. →
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I miss how you were always there. Always, no matter what it was. I miss how we could talk for hours and never get sick of each other. And when I didn’t respond, you would text me again but it was a good clingy because the feelings were so mutual. I miss how we’d always want to be with each other…
I spend my time imagining shit that'll never happen.
Who came up with kisses? The very first kiss must have really been creepy.
“What are you doing to my face?”
“Just trust me on this one”
