Somehow I always end up thinking of you.
I miss Skyping with you and I miss your cute little cousin and I miss the way you talked in your language to her and I miss that surfer necklace you always wear and I miss how you blushed everytime I complimented you and I miss your laugh and I miss your football talk and I miss your friend's fangirling about us and I miss the pretty pictures you used to send me whenever you were somewhere pretty and and I miss our talks about alcohol and I miss the flowers and I miss the stupid, ridiculous Valentine's cards when we weren't even together and I miss learning more about you and your culture and family and I miss your Snapchats about fancy cars and your drunken calls and how you could always cheer me up and I miss how it wasn't easy and I miss your 'I like you's because none of those are the same anymore and I miss hkw you said I was your highest purpose and I miss your texts and I miss that I can't ask you how you are doing anymore and I just miss you. And I can't think about Germany anymore without thinking of you, or Bayern-Munchen or German music or football. And whenever I see a fancy car I just think about how much you'd like it and that I want to send you a picture of it and then realize I can't anymore.
[ bericht aangepast op 10 aug 2016 - 2:00 ]
kindness is never a burden.