Why am i feeling this insecurity?

It seems like the floor is running away underneath my feet.

Should i believe on what happened on our past?

Was it even real? Does it ever happened? Why am i still waiting?

I need to feel the heat of your hands holding mine, again.

I need to see your face, your eyes, your lips, and that funny little spot that you have on your hand.

I wanna talk with you. I wanna laugh with you. I wanna say stupid things with you.

I ...

I miss you

everyday.