melly
I missed the way he walked by me in the streets. I missed the way his fingers curled around my hair when I sleep. I missed the way he sniffled during chick flicks. I missed him more than anything--he was the only one I wanted.
I'm not near anyone. I'm near a few things--crazy, maybe. But I'm not near someone. I have been near people, but I'm not anymore. They're more near to someone else now. While I'm near the things I shouldn't be near, do you still think of me.
Now I'm really not making sense.