It's almost 12 o'clock at night, I should be sleeping but instead I like awake thinking of all the things I could have said. And all the things I will never be able to say. I'm just;

I miss you.

I miss talking to you,

I miss our conversations,

I miss how they would

never be awkward,

I miss how we could talk about anything,

I miss how we could talk for days and days

with no end,

I miss laughing with you,

I miss the stories that you would tell,

I miss the jokes you would make,

I miss the way you made me feel,

I miss the sound of your voice

spooning words into my ears,

I miss the way your eyes would lock with mine,

I miss our hearts touching,

I miss you.

The truth is I stopped talking to you, not because I don't like you anymore, but because I thought I was annoying you.