My heart has been hurting, trying to leap through the soft spot just above it. The place you once rubbed your stubble against until it I moaned. I liked the little things you'd do for me. Things like that. Things that showed you cared.
I hurt. and it's unnecessary. All I want to do is lay in bed with you and read comics. I want to turn to you and kiss you. I want you to rub my head. I want you to care about me.

I want you to let go of whatever is holding you back, and I want you to relax into me.

This hurts more than I would have expected.

It's only through deleting your number and deactivating my facebook account that I have managed not to contact you.
Please talk to me. Please get in touch.

I miss you.