I’m sleepy and I wish I was kissing you.
If you’re able to see, hug, kiss, or talk to the one you love and not have to doubt for a second what’s going on between you two, consider yourself extremely fucking lucky.
I don’t want to be sad anymore.
I don’t want to cry anymore.
I don’t want to miss you anymore.
Why can’t you be here and everything be as perfect as it was before you left?