Peachy smiles and loving kisses and walking into the brisk 4 AM cold and saying goodbye again.
So many cities and so much anger and so many hours and hours and hours thinking.
I want to cry my heart out, but I don't know why.
They won't come; they won't come no matter what I do.
Sad smiles and gentle kisses and running into the brisk 4 AM cold and whispering I love you's at the glass that fogs over with the breath you forget you hold.
I miss you.
Dinosaurs and painting and coffee and cookies and laughing and warmth and family.
Broken smiles and teary kisses and crawling into the brisk 4 AM cold and begging not to go.
I miss you and I miss you and I miss you more than life itself and too, too much.
Why is it that no amount of time feels enough?
