We started these jokes.
I don't care that they use them as well, but it hurts when they do, because it reminds me of you.
I wish we could go back to all of our inside jokes, the ones when I would laugh, but now when I see them I tear up. It hurts.
You don't realize how much I miss you, miss our conversations, miss our song reciting sessions, miss everything.
But it's to late, because just as you came back around, I left, and i don't know if I'll ever come back.
