All this is happening at the same time but just so you know
i miss … the boy in the perrenial yellow shirt who walks me around school; who waits at 2am in mcdo for a quick chat; who takes me to his friends place as if i was some 18yo blockee; who challenges mature conversations with his own sensitivity and self-preservation. i miss the genuine touch on the back of my neck and the feeling of having an innocent college boyfriend.
i miss … the moment. with whom i can be myself. with whom my language of love is clear and literally spoken. getting lost going home and fighting on several first non-dates.
i miss you. i really do. not so much. but yes, i do.