….I just really fucking miss you.
I miss our conversations, whether they were deep or lighthearted or random. I miss the way that we both made each other laugh so hard that our bellies hurt. I missed the light that shined on your face when you looked at me and smiled. I love the way we belt it our hearts out when singing in the car and pretending like we are having our own concert.
“The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”— Unknown
