I don't want to give you anything.
I don't want to give you myself.
You still irk me, and I'd never want to date you -- not again. That part of my heart is so closed off.
BUT.
I do miss:
smiling with you
laughing really hard at your jokes
smoking weed together
resting my head on your shoulder
companionable silence
witty one liners
witty four liners
hell, witty conversations, almost like battles
teasing you mercilessly
jabbing at each other verbally
and then kissing you on the cheek to let you know I didn't mean it
I miss when the air between us wasn't so full of unanswered questions and tension.
I miss not looking for answers or thoughts or reflections when I caught your eyes. I miss just seeing them, absorbing them, and never having to worry.
I miss not feeling awkward.
I miss just vibing with you, kid
But if I tell you that, you'd get the wrong idea. It's really not like that. I don't want you back, yo, I just miss having you in my life.
So, I guess I won't say a damn thing at all.
Pity.
