sometimes missing you is the only thing i’m sure of. i’m with someone new, but i feel like you were the perfect one for me sometimes. your hair. your body. your face. all of you was beautiful, and i miss your beauty. i miss dancing with you. i miss how you would brush your teeth at night. i miss how you would keep me safe. i really miss how you would keep me safe. maybe it was escapism. maybe you kept me from myself. and i lose myself in relationships. but i miss that you were real. i could count on you.
