3

23 4 0
                                    

I miss you. I miss your touch. You're gone to see your parents for Christmas, and I with mine. I miss your skin on mine while we slept. I miss your breath on my neck at night. I miss waking up to your morning breath... You find it embarrassing, but your embrarrassment only makes me love you more...

Being apart is hard. It is like ripping the wings off of a butterfly and expecting him to fly again. The right side of the bed is lonely without you... 



His lows were bad.

He could not live without me. I was his air. His life.

And he was mine.

101 Letters to CasWhere stories live. Discover now