the scary thing was that i missed you even when we were still talking. i could talk for hours about my day and it still didn’t feel like you had been there. things were different without you, duller, less full of love. and i missed you, almost always, to the extent that something simple like breakfast made me stare up at the ceiling, wishing i could share it with you.

credits & tracklist: sophinkle.tumblr.com/post/154297140733

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