Today I feel different. Again. It's a regular mood lucky-dip.
Today I just miss my best friend.
I miss laughing with him, talking to him, looking forward to his texts and phonecalls.
I miss him sticking his head round my door with coffee in the morning, and I miss him smiling at me.
I miss hearing his voice, and the way his hair curled behind his ears.
I miss the feel of him breathing when I slept with my head on his shoulder.
I just miss him.
I miss walking along the beach with my favourite boys.
I wish things had been different.
I wish I had been different.
I wish everything was different.
I wish he had loved me enough.
