every night i fall asleep thinking that i am in your arms. i miss the smell of your shampoo, your giggle, and getting sunburnt from being outside with you all day. i never told you but i knew that you were going to end things. i hate that i couldnt be enough for you. i knew that my anxiety became too much to handle and it was too exhausting for you. it sounds cheesy but sometimes i replay all of my favorite moments of us in my head. i like to create a small montage. of me running into your arms, sneaking kisses behind the garage, baking cupcakes for you, and above all sleeping in your arms.
