twntyfive

There hasn't been a day yet where I haven't thought about you. Every single day without fail, you come up. In a span of two little weeks, I met you twice and talked to you practically every single day. On one hand, I barely know you and on the other, I got to know you so well. Within such a short time you were able to have such an effect on me, it's a bit ridiculous. You're such an amazing person that I really wish I could be your second (worse) half.

The way you call me whenever you're driving home or before you sleep. The way you laugh so ridiculously loud that it gets embarrassing sometimes. How you'll hold my hand tightly and grab it again when we separate. I liked the way you tell your stories with such animation and the way you're not scared to share your opinion and thoughts. How you wouldn't touch your phone and would call me out when I did - "see how it takes away from conversation?". I loved seeing your name (and face) light up on my screen and you telling me how you wanted to hear my voice and that you missed me. I remember being surprised at how you called me 5 minutes after dropping me home on our first date and we ended up talking until you got home. I miss your face and you goofy smile. Clark Kent. That one time when you called me when you were drunk and we ended up falling asleep on the phone together for 6 hours. Your hot air balloon promise. Balloons will never mean the same to me again. How you bought two EPs - "something to remember our first date by". I miss you.

So stinkin' much.