in flo-rida’s song “low” he states that shawty is wearing the apple bottom jeans, the boots with the fur AND the reeboks with the straps. what is she, some kind of four-legged morph woman? in all honesty, i’m not surprised the whole club is looking at her.
omgomgomg DEAD.
Amy Winehouse - Back To Black
We only said goodbye with words.
Since I actually type up a post and share the little things I’ve been feeling. But the truth is that I’ve been feeling quite a lot of the same lately:
Missing him.
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Maybe that’s true. But gosh, absence also makes my heart hurt. I live far away from some of my best friends and ever father away from some of my family. So you could say I’ve had some practice with missing people. But I have yet to miss somebody the way I miss my boyfriend right now. I haven’t seen him in almost two weeks and I didn’t think being apart was going to be this hard. I miss him. A LOT.
Now, I don’t want to sound like one of those melodramatic girls that cries over their boyfriend after not seeing them for a day, but the truth is that I miss him with every fiber in me. My body aches for his touch, my lips miss his, and I hate having to call him to tell him how my day has been. I wish we could just talk about it over dinner and then fall asleep watching a movie.
I know that I’ll be seeing him soon (hopefully next weekend) and that this is part of the adjustment period. I just wish we wouldn’t have to be apart at all.
