I Miss

I miss the anticipation I get on a Sunday, thinking that I would get to see you on Monday.
I miss the times, when we would sit in the dark cold classroom and just lean on each other, nothing seemed to matter more.
I miss saying goodnights to you. My hands itch to text you every night, but that won’t be right anymore.
I miss the sound of my text message ringtone going off. We text everyday… everyday since January.
I miss seeing you smile and laugh. Whenever I would have a bad day in uni, I won’t tell you cause I don’t wanna spoil your mood. But then seeing you smile makes me happier.
I miss you calling my nickname. Miss calling yours too.
I miss the canopy walk. Maybe for you it’s a drag, but for me, it’s a memory.
I miss those Skype calls. When I’m stressed out with homework, I get to see you do silly things, pillow head. (:
I miss holding hands with you. That grip.
I miss your scent on my jacket. I would wear it everyday hoping that I would get it back.
I miss holding you in my arms. Cuddling with you, back hugs.
I miss seeing you sleep. The quiet you.
I simply miss you.

Six days passed and I still can’t seem to get over you.

When I was in love, I wake up and sleep, with you on my mind.
Thinking whether you were okay, healthy or whatever.

Was trying to fall out of love, but it looks like I’m still deep in it.

Looked back at that one picture, where you would look like that when you look at me in the dark. Its the eyes. A click away from a conversation..

Tonight, its seven days. I wanna see you but..