I can't go two days without hearing your voice or I start to go a little crazy.
I hang on long after we say goodnight hoping you haven't really hung up, savoring the almost nearness.
The shirt I borrowed doesn't smell like you anymore. It just doesn't cut it.
I miss you.
i have someone like that too. i hate when you go to cuddle them and they arent there:( also, the shirt i have lost its smell a long time ago but i still cant bring myself to wash it.
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