Miss The Old You
and the warm feeling that you gave to me every single night
and your smile which could make my stomach full of butterflies
and your hands hold me so tight like you never let me go
and the voice of your laugh everytime we were talking about random things
i miss when
you teached me how to fly
you said you love me and mean it
you wiped my tears and hug me, giving the best place to lean on.
i'm missing the old you
the old us
i try to keep myself warm. alone.
cause you are so fcking cold



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