Truth is..

Truth is, I miss you. I miss us. I miss talking on the phone every night. Hearing the words I love you roll of your tongue. Feeling your lips against mine, the moisture of the sweet taste. How they fit perfectly against mine. I miss waking up to you and you kissing me good night. Or even walks by the park. I miss the way that on my birthday you were the first thing I woke up to and we fed the baby ducks at the park. Do you miss me? If you wanted me you'd pick up the phone and call. How's college gonna be? Is it gonna be how we pictured it? Us living together, always being with each other. I hope it still happens. Bc I love you.