Memories like these and songs like those, make me realize how much i really do, in fact miss you. The way you used to look at me, made butterflies flow in the pit of my stomach. And that smile, that makes me so weak. I get Goosebumps everywhere. Only thinking about you, about how we used to hold each other and Feel like we connected. Prisoners, both in different jail cells; & no matter how many different people try to find hidden ways for us to escape, we both have the only key that can unlock the cell that keeps us put away. I feel like I can never create memories with anyone else, because I already imagined them all with you. Every time I find something, close. Something that attracts me, that draws me in. YOU, your name, YOUR face pops up. Even for a slight second, but the memories, and all of the experiences we’ve been through makes everything second base. I can’t enjoy it like I’m supposed to because I already experienced its full affect with you. I’m just tired of hands that are not yours. And listening to promises that I only want to hear Come out of YOUR mouth. Making new memories with people i don’t even care about. Settling instead of enjoying. Caring instead of loving. Hoping instead of wishing. Fucking instead of making love. I don’t want all of that. I KNOW who i want to be with. & sadly… Dial tones, landlines, footsteps, airways, train tracks, water, land & hundreds of miles are the only thing that keeps me away from you. And still, my heart is where you are. I miss you.