December 04, 2011
What I miss about you most was when it was freezing outside and you would meet me in a black Peacoat in front of my English class with some outrageous flavored 7/11 coffee. You would lean in towards me and kiss me with your warm, soft lips and I could smell your hazelnut breath and taste the sour tinge as you pulled away. In my mind, your lips are what I remember most.
