fuck.

staring at you isn't enough for me, not after everything we've been through together, it just isn't enough. all i want is to hear your voice, i don't give a flying fuck what you have to say, i just want to hear your voice. you could be waffling on about the latest work you've done on your car, or something funny that happened when you were working, and i'd be completely mesmerized by the tone in your voice. i used to love the way you would tell me a story, you looked so cute; you'd get so into it, using hand movements, and you'd constantly have a smile on your face. now, i wish i'd listened to every single word you had to say. but then again, you say it best when you say nothing at all. it was like you had glued my feet to the floor when you looked at me that way today, i didn't ever want to loose eye contact with you again, but i forced myself to keep walking and fuck it hurt.