It is almost unbearable when someone mentions monkey and balloons, or turtles, or quotes Billy Madison, or compliments something you brought for me, or asks who is that person in the picture on my wall, or talks about heartbreak.
And it is just devestating walking into a room with someone wearing curious.
Why does everything have a connection with you? It is literally breaking my heart.
I couldn’t possibly express how much I miss you..
…but more so how much I wish I was laying next to you, facing you, telling you about my day.
I wish I could hold you and talk to you and run my fingers through your hair and kiss your forehead and watch one tree and not lay in bed every night with tears in my eyes at the thought of you.
