Miss

I miss talking with you   
I miss knowing you would reply back 

I miss you spamming me every morning   
I miss being part of your routine

I miss planning to meet with you  
I miss how hard it was to be with you

I miss making you laugh  
I miss you making me laugh 

I miss getting you stuff   
I miss getting nervous around you 

I miss the nights   
I miss the nights

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It may be me just losing whatever is left of my mind, but I swear you are reading this, and you know who I am.

If you are - I hope you reach out. I don't want to lose you, our friendship. Whatever it is we have. I don't want to lose it. Although I know you thriving may mean me not being in the picture.

If you are not - then I guess this is pointless. But I still hold out hope - that you will reach out. That for some magic or method I don't understand, you will reach out.

I wish you did, with all my heart.

I wish some nights came back to me. I wish I'd known more. About you, about myself.

I wish I didn't have to miss you.