Cause I miss it when I don't talk to you for a few good mins
because of something stupid.
Cause I miss it when we talk.
Cause I miss your laughter.
Cause I miss irritating you.
Cause I missed out so much in you that,

I miss you.

If time didn't heal everything and if it made it worse,
then I'll stop trying to get to you.
But I'll be the air you breathe and I'll be your funniest man alive.
I'll let you irritate me for all time not because I feel you should
but because, it's what I miss and what keeps us going.

To what seems like 10 years of friendship,
I sincerly thank Him for bringing you to me.
It's the far most, best thing that even happened.

Yours, K
11:59 AM