I miss getting coffee with you.

I miss sitting with you and literally not having to say a word to each other but some how being completely content.

I miss driving to your house and calling you to come out just to smoke with me.

I miss that one time when we sat on the sidewalk and we talked when i had no one else to talk to. 

I miss your lame attempts at being funny.

I miss running errands with you.

I miss listening to music with you.

I miss the feeling i used to get when you where jealous.

I miss laying in bed with you and watching movies.

I miss the looks you used to give me.

I miss you wanting me. 

I’m mad at myself for letting you slip through my fingers.

Jared Wennberg.

It is unbelievable how much I cared about you. How much I still care and how much I would to run back to you if I got the chance. I would just sit with you for hours and listen to yoour voice and listen tovyou breath. Just like we did so many times. I wish so bad I could drive to your house once again and we could lay in your bed all night and watch movies. What is unbelievable to me is the fact you kknow how much I cared about you
I told you so many times. And you don’t see it. You don’t care.

blogsecret:

You were right. We’d be perfect together. But our timing was off and I missed my chance.

fragilelittlething:

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blogsecret:

I am one of those girls who uses boys. Vicious? Maybe. I love the attention. I feel like such an attention whore but it feels good to be noticed for once in my life. It feels good to have people turn and look at me when i walk by… Like I’m powerful. I feel vain, and maybe I am. It would be too…