Sundays. 

I come back to Airdrie after a weekend at home with you, and god I miss you. I miss you as soon as I leave, and I don’t stop until I get to be in your arms again. I regret every moment I’ve wasted with you being mad or upset with you. I regret every second I’ve wasted being fed up with someone else, but not fed up enough to leave. I regret every moment that I’ve wasted, by not having you in my heart. 

It’s funny because I’m preparing for Valentine’s Day and while your Christmas gift was a throwback to our year together, your Valentine’s Day gift will be a throwback to before, when we were friends. It’s about the lore, the beginning, the how it happened.

All I have to say babe, is that I feel like it’s always been you. You’ve found a way to shake me, stir me and completely change my life. Even though for half of our friendship I was in a relationship with someone else, I was always unhappy (without knowing it), because I wasn’t with you. You are my soulmate, my best friend, my lover, my world. 

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