Acceptance
I miss you Not in the big way... not in the grand, I need to get you back way or I can’t stand to share you way... I miss you in the little things ... In the, I just did something mischievous and I need to tell you. In the, I have this sweet gossip and I’m itching to tell you. Why do I have a win, and I can’t run and tell you. I could only properly brag with you. Because you felt like an extension of me. With you, I could fully be myself. Bare.. flaws and all. I can remember how in the beginning I wondered why I was so chatty with you and you’d just urge me to keep talking. I didn’t get it, I couldn’t get it. You’d just look at me and watch me closely as I spoke. Your eyes not leaving for a second. You always wanted me to express myself, you always looked at me like I was some type of mystery, your favorite puzzle you wanted to figure out, layer by layer. My favorite things are when we have this little back and forth and you’d brag about, how well you knew me, how you knew me like the