Today I miss him so, so, so much. And I know I’m not writing about the times I am seeing him, but sometimes it’s just hard not to remember. We went to see a movie and Mikey D. and Jenny were there too and he got his hair cut and he smelled so nice and it was so late and nobody knew I was with him. And sometimes he would look over at me and sometimes I would pretend I didn’t notice. But sometimes I would look back and his light blue eyes looked so glossy with the big screen lighting them up. And God, there was his skin and his hair and his rugged beard and I just wanted him to want me again. He walked me to my car and it was very, very cold outside and I was shivering in my little black sweater. He hugged me and it was really the first time we made any contact the whole night. And I pressed my face against his and I shivered and shook and I never wanted him to let go. He did.
He needs to miss me better and harder.
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