We spent most of our time talking about nothing, but I just want to let you know that those nothings have meant so much more to me than so many other somethings. It's the nothings that I miss the most, which must make the nothing truly something.
It's like, there's so much to say, but not enough time to say it. My heart is beating just for you, and I don't think you understand that. I miss you the second you slip out of my sight. I want you to love me. Only me. I need you to grab my hand in the hall, kiss me on the forehead, and just love me for the moody, outgoing, crazy son of a bitch that I am. I'm not asking for much, just a guy that will care. A guy that will open doors, always take the bill, and surprise me with flowers for no reason at all. I want you to prove to me that all guys aren't the same. That they have hearts, and they cry over losing the one they love, even if they don't want anyone to know. I just want you, I've always wanted you.
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