Hi,
I miss you. I miss you so much that it doesn't hurt but it got me into some crazy fit. Maybe it actually does hurt so I faked cry sometimes, thinking that I would flush out the feeling.
I miss you, stupid. I miss you, silly. I miss your wide and knowing grin when you pulled me close. I miss you pushing your face close to me before you pressed your lips on mine and I gave in.
I miss your arrogance, I miss your flaws. I find them all endearing, only when you held out your hand to me and kept me close to you.
I am actually better off without you, or you should just become an accessory. I am a damaged good, a broken ice queen and almost an android.
As much as I tried to dismiss you, you occupied all the spaces inside my head.
My heart, on the other hand, placed you on a pedestal. Needless to say, no part of my body reject yours.
I miss you, sweetheart, I really do. When I stopped thinking about you, or when I have had enough of thinking about you, you came around. You dropped by and say hi, you made your appearance felt in more ways than one. Each time I see you appear, it felt like someone jabbed a needle into my heart then tossed me to the ground. I truly panicked when I see you looked for me when ironically I have been waiting for you, haven't I?
I won't tell you that I am missing you like this.
I know you deserved to know but I couldn't be bothered because I know you wouldn't care. I don't waste time on things like that anymore. I don't care that you're not aware about this because I don't want to think about you.
But me, yes, I need to think and look after me. I can't stop me from adoring you and replaying all the things you did and said that made me still believe that there is something out there, that only He Knows.
