WHEN U TRYNA TAKE A PILL AND IT TOUCHES YA TOUNGE AND U TASTE IT
I think the hardest part is not having you with me at night. You were at my house basically every day, you would cuddle with me until I fell asleep. You were always there. Your warmth. Rolling over and you would still be there. Waking up to you. Saying goodnight and kissing you before you went home. That’s the hardest thing. The emptiness in the space beside me. It’s cold.