i miss
your eyelids and kissing your nose and your stubble and how we used to smoke together and how i loved you even-though you did those things i didn’t like, and i just want to say that i’m sorry because i think about it all the time, and i realise its all my fault and i started this off but please know this is never what i wanted and i know its too late but i miss kissing your eyelids, i miss the familiar smell of you and i miss holding you and feeling like it could last forever. I hate how we are, but i know we are better off now, and things wont be the same again, ever again. No matter how hard we try. Its in the past. I love how we used to listen to vinyls and how you used to look at me and how we’d go to eureka and how we first met and laid on that swing and i don’t mean to bring this up, but i’ve got to say it somewhere. and its not that I’m sad now, because i can look at those old photos and those old letters and it doesn’t hurt as much now as it used to. but im sick of regretting now. and ill know never to make the same mistake again, because after all, when its gone, you want it a lot more than you did when you had it. and thats it. I took you for granted, because i never thought you’d actually leave, but you did and so i’ve learnt
