Goodbye Love.
I'll Miss You So Much That This Whole Blog Will Be Typed The Way You Type. (How Do You Do It?)
How Old Were We When We Met? Eight I think. Now You're 16 And I'm 15 And You Are Leaving.
I'll Miss You Randomly Breaking Into Song.
I'll Miss Your "Caring Face"
I'll Miss Your Idiotic Habits.
Your Silly Self Criticisms.
Your Blonde Moments.
The Way You Talk....