And maybe after all of this one day keeping my worries at bay when I'll lean back calling it a day, the falling sun will kiss my aching dusk. perhaps ushering in the moon to coax my pyre's bloom.
One day you're Going to miss my boring Text, my random calls, my silly Questions, you'll miss my fight,my Mood swings, my arguments, my Possessive and my all insecurities. But most of all you'll miss the way I cared for you......