In The Mind Of A Maker

08|Miss That

Missing the times when best friends were best friends.

When you built this bond full of loyalty and love and it never turned to something less.

I miss the hugs. The talks. Even the cheek kisses that make other people look at us weird, which we only laugh at in reply.

I miss having forever with someone who means it, someone who at least shows it, who gets me, who has been through the real thick and thin.

I miss that.