I fucking miss you.
All day, everyday.
The pathetic part is that I feel so naked admitting that to you. I hate this. This powerless feeling accompanied by this mournful ache that rattles my bones.
I wish it was just the intimacy I miss...Yes, I miss your annoying way of over explaining things that I already know about. The flinch I make just by hearing your loud obnoxious laughter.
That snarky smirk you give me whenever you think I'm wrong.
You are a bastard but you are my bastard.
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Yeah. That is as far as I can go without saying I love you (or someone)