diary of a breakup

I miss carrying your heart.

hippybroblogs:

havent-got-a-prayer:

I miss the way you fell asleep with your head in my lap.  I miss trying my hardest not to wake you in the morning when I got up to make coffee.  I miss how you would jump onto my back when we were walking down the sidewalk.  I miss the way you stuck your head out the window when we were driving really fast.  I miss how you let me hold your hand at any time.  I miss your wild side, and the passion which erupted from our starry nights.  I miss falling asleep with you in my arms and waking up with my legs tangled in yours.  I miss sharing my soul with you.  I miss carrying your heart.

I read the title and immediatly hit “reblog”.
You read my soul, Mike.