I am four shots of tequila deep and all I know is that I used to love you and I still might but who knows anymore I miss you and the taste of your skin and they way your chest felt laying against mine but something changed who knows what it was but I miss you and it’s a year later so what am I suppose to do besides get drunk and think of ways to tell you and hide my feelings because I wasn’t enough for you. I miss laughing and smiling and your crocked teeth and the way you’d whisper and the way you’d touch my face. You were everything and nothing and I need you to be sitting next to me like you used to like I’m you’re everything. Let me tell you something - loving you was so hard. Loving you was never enough for you. I miss you. Please call me. I miss you. Did I mention that I miss you?