Currently listening to Akdong Musician.. feel good sounds.. doesn’t matter if i can’t understand most of it.. there’s just something with their songs that makes you feel light hearted.
ate @babecharm look what i found in my stuff.. you are indeed carwynn’s mom!! haha.. #cousins #flashbackfriday
I miss you.
I miss our little chats.
I miss how playful you are to me.
I miss how your eyes searches mine across the room and scrunches your face to greet me.
I miss how you always wait on me eventhough it’s perfectly okay for you to go ahead.
I miss how you seem to be so comfortable around me and tell me things you don’t normally tell others.
I miss how I feel girly when I’m with you despite of being one of the boys when I’m with others.
I miss how you seem to seek my attention when it seems that I don’t give you one.
I miss how you tell me to listen to a certain song and play it in your car when we’re together.
I miss our late-night drives going home.
I miss sitting in a coffee shop with you and just let time pass by while we talk.
I miss going around with you while you do your errands.
I miss how you don’t seem to mind my presence eventhough I know you’re swamped with work.
I miss how you’re still able to smile and laugh eventhough I know you’re dead tired.
I miss how you make me laugh at silly things.
I miss how you make me think about things I’ve never considered before.
But most of all I miss you.
All of you.
Plain and simple.
I may not be able to put everything into words; I just miss you.
I’m starting to doubt whether telling you was a good idea.
Nothing will change.
You’ll still be there.
But why do I feel like you’re drifting away?
Do I have to reach out once more?
I told myself no more.
But why do I feel empty, as if there’s a hole?
It might just be a phase.
Of letting go and moving on.
But for now let me be honest with myself.
I miss you.
cramped bookcase + too much books = “left out” books or better yet buy a larger bookcase… :-P #bookworm (at Gonzales Compoumd)