I miss you caring about me. You’d hold me tight as I bawled my eyes out. You wouldn’t even care that my tears covered your shirt in pools of desperation. You wouldn’t tell me things were going to be okay because you knew they weren’t but you’d hold me and make me feel as though they were. You never rushed me, we would stand there for over an hour and you wouldn’t complain, no matter how long it took it how many times I’d calm down and then suddenly I’d burst again and you would just keep holding me. Yea I miss that. I miss you.