Hey,
I miss that night when I went over to your school for calculus tutoring. I miss being madly in love with you and eating a small McDonalds sandwich at 11pm at night.
I miss sneaking in and out of your room early in the morning before your landlords wake up because you weren’t out.
I miss going to your room late at night and coming home to a hot bowl of noodles with ox tail.
I miss the way you would pinch my cheeks when I said something wrong.
I miss the way you would put your arm around my shoulder.
I miss going to my uncles roof to stare at the sky together.
I miss waiting 4 hours outside a train station until your bus got there from NJ, and the feeling of excitement rushing towards every nerve in my body when it got closer to 11pm.
I miss when you used to pick me up from my HS even though I didn’t have a phone and I would miss you sometimes.
It’s been one year since we broke up and I still cry over you.
I’m truly sorry we’re not together. We talked about getting married and having kids.
I don’t know where we went wrong…
but I love you, my sweet prince.