My world, My way~

Morning, time to get up but refuse to, cuz we were still kissing in my dream a while ago……I miss you.

“ Sure sure” Subconsciously replying others in the way you talk……I miss you.

Keep repeating our last conversation in my head so that I can endure the time gap between last phone call and the next one…..I miss you.

Feel like the thought of missing you is killing me, thinking it’d relieve a bit by listing things that I miss you , but only made it worse…….

Miss you….not just simply saying it.

Aww…I hate this.