Here goes nothing.

Here goes nothing.

I miss you. I miss your laugh and those lazy afternoons where all we do is to stare at the ceiling and talk about how you wanted that bear at Miniso. I miss that smile on your lips. I miss the way your hand fits perfectly in mine. I miss the way you call me baby and how it messes me up every time. I miss how your shirt would fit perfectly on me. I miss the way we share the same cup of coffee every morning, and how we share the same cup of beer at midnight...