even though i shouldnt and you did me wrong, i miss US. 

i miss

• the way we could lay down and listen to eachothers hearbeat forever
• when you would look at me and say i love you
• when you wipe away my tears when i cried
• and when i would do the same for you
• when we would hold hands under the dinner table 
• when i would be on the phone and you would kiss me so i couldnt talk
• when i jumped on you and wouldnt let go
• how when i was crying you made me look you in the eyes when i talked to you
• how you would always tell me you loved me
• when we wore matching Jets’ jerseys to school
• when you made me the best birthday card ever
• how we would play football together
• when you pick me up in the middle of a hug in the hallway
• our phone calls that lasted for hours
• how you would hold me in your arms while you cried
• how we would fight over the stupidest stuff and then in a couple hours be madly in love again

most of all, i miss the memories. as confusing as it is, i can say “fuck you” and “i love you” at the same time.