I miss your soft tender lips. I cannot wait for weekdays to come.

You're just plainly crazy, I swear. Stop caring about me, stop asking me tons of questions, stop being nice to me and i hope you'll just fucking stop talking to me. You're ruining my life, my mood, my day or rather, my everything. Accept the fact that you're one irritating bastard whom I dislike. I hate you, is that so hard to understand? I doubt so. Stop sticking to me. I was in a good mood until you freaking appeared in front of me. Yes, it totally ruined my mood/day. I just hope someday, maybe someday, you'll just realise this and get lost from my happy life. Don't ruin it, bastard.

I miss walking home with you, in silence. Things are way too different right now. We cracked gazillions of jokes and start to punch/slap each other lightly. Have random talks and invading each other 'privacy'. Calling each other names and forcing each other to go home straight/sleep early. But somehow, someday and somewhere, I'll miss these moments with you.