I miss late night phone calls, the kinds where… if you were to try and explain them to someone, you couldn’t.
Subsequently I miss falling asleep with your voice being the last thing I hear.
I miss having someone to rely on.
I miss having someone to tell everything to when things weren’t looking good.
I miss the passion.
I miss the way you’d look into my eyes, then at my lips before you kiss me.
I miss the lip biting.
I miss the way you’d say my name in the middle of the night (because it reminds me I’m not alone in this world).
I miss rolling over and having someone to put my arm around.
I miss the feeling I got from making you feel safe.
To let you know now, this is a post about a girl. I find it strange talking to real people again because I tend to let on too much of myself and they realise I have too many god damn emotions and just then don’t like me. So talking to the internet is better I guess, as in - pretending to talk to someone who doesn’t really have an opinion on what you’re saying but is still kinda listening. I had a horrid day at work today, when I got there my boss told me off for something my workmate did. I needed to poop for half of the shift and was working alone and some customer was giving me a hard time about the authenticity of the juice I sell. I also found out the machine wasn’t working in the morning and was fixed during the day. So tomorrow I have twice the workload in the same amount of time and fuq work. So last week when I finished work I had left my CD player on for one of the girls that works at McDonalds. She’s actually really cute and friendly. I saw that because half of the girls I know that work at Mickey D’s are bitches and whores. Anyway another reason I’m finding her attractive is because she’s the only white girl in the area that seems decent. Most of the ones around here are bogans and well… I don’t do trackpants and singlets outdoors. I’ve got to say it was kinda cute, she asked me for my order and thanked me for leaving my CD player on. I had left on my Kooks, Phoenix and Strokes mix and she was singing along to it the whole night. She told me she had left a note at my workplace thanking me but I didn’t open the next day and the note was thrown away. I asked her if I would be disappointed and she replied “Sorely”. I love girls who know a response better than “yep”. I told her I’d be opening tomorrow morning so she could leave me a note if she wished. I’m going to go to sleep now and for the first time, I’ll be looking forward to getting to work as quickly as I can to read that note. I hope her phone number is on there.
