I was going to wait for tomorrow. But, fuck it. And I don’t care what anybody says. I fucking miss you. Not in some cheesy let’s-hold-hands-and-be-together-every-time. No, not that. It’s just plain and simple. I miss your presence. I miss you being there, here and for me. I miss your smile, your laughs and your calling me all kinds of names. But, Goddamn, I sure do fucking miss you. Jerk. XOXO.