Do u miss me?
Do I miss you? Whoever you are,
If you type “I miss you” into Tumblr’s search bar, you get sent to a very sad and dark corner of the internet. This is an incredibly difficult question to answer. I shouldn’t, for so many reasons; reasons that you are aware of too. Despite that, there are so, so many reasons why I should. The perfect not-so-perfect smile that I can’t see whenever I want to anymore; the way your voice changed depending on what mood you were in that I can’t hear whenever I want anymore; the way I could tell your genuine laugh from your mediocre; the way you hated my taste in everything; the way you wouldn’t let go to early when we hugged. Most important: the way you managed to hate me but still love me at the same time. That feeling should have a new name altogether.
It’s not just that though, it’s the memories. Bear with me as I try not to be conspicuous. Zap-straps. All of the docks. Doomsday 2012. New-Years. Phibbs Exchange. Cactus Club. The fort. Happiest place. Caesar salads looking over Vancouver. The Titanic. The Aquarium. The baseball diamond. Most importantly, every night leaving at 1:00 in the morning. There are lot and lots more but again, conspicuousness, hey?
So to answer your question Mister/Misses Anonymous, yea, I miss you.
I got one for you though. It’s a poem I found on Tumblr.
And I just wonder what the ocean would say if the moon asked to come back home, said that it was tired of being alone. I guess what I’m asking is, do you miss me back?