IMY

I fucking miss everything we used to have, I miss having you around to cab with and to run around town when we have nothing to do, miss lazing on my bed with you - calling Macs at 4 because we were bored and doing funny monologues in the dead of the night and us laughing like we wouldn't laugh the next day so we needed our dose of it to last us the year. I miss calling you. I miss texting you. I miss chilling with you. I miss our HTHTs and our crying sessions, how you shared all my ups and downs with you. I remember how you would never cry in front of anyone but you let your walls down and you did it in my room in front of me. I remember you complaining how you don't wanna sleep at the sides and how we'd fight for the blanket.


I miss you Yannie why did we have to become like this?