I want someone to show me the brighter days after enduring darker times.

You were mine then.

And here I am now, missing the talks we used to have with one another, when we tuned out everyone else around us, and focused on what each other had to say. We had so much to say to one another, so much to share and so much to learn. I miss the little things, when you’d tell me how you felt and it would blow my mind, not expecting for you to say those words. And I miss your reaction when I told you I felt the same.