Relatable Truths

Missed

"Oh, how I wanted to say that I missed him.
How I wanted to call him and start a stupid conversation the way we used to do. How I wanted to ask him something ridiculous like did he like cats, like what did he think of the color blue, like did he still love me, like did he ever? Did he ever love me at all?
And how I wanted to sit on his bed and rest my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat. Or sit on the floor of his room and let him kiss me and let him kiss me and let him kiss me again.
Or, oh, how I wanted to go back to the beginning, to the first day when he approached me. How I wanted to leave so he'd never told me his name and I'd never told him mine."