(written:  Jul 28, 2009)

I miss you…or at least the feelings that come when I’m talking to you. I miss the fleeting moments, the limited amount of time that I felt myself smiling, when not only my lips smiled but even my heart.

When rainy days suddenly turned into glitterring moments of happiness, I hate that you made me felt that way, I hate that I miss those moments, I hate that I miss you.