It is currently 1:34 am, and I can't stop thinking about you. I miss wearing my ring that once covered my finger. I miss the way you looked at me when I made you smile. Remember when we went to the football game and you gave me your only jacket even though it was freezing? Because I'll never forget. I'll never forget any of the little things.
Even though you are still in my life, on the phone with me, and talking all night, I still think about how we used to be. It's hard to imagine us like this when I always find myself getting sucked into that time portal—the past.
I miss us. I miss you.
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryDo you ever sit at night and wonder what is going on inside my brain? How can I let these thoughts out when sometimes I don't even know how to explain it? This book is a collection of relatable late-night ideas. Words put on paper to help let some c...
