promise me madrid

10187.) I miss the old you so much.

blogsecret:

I miss your smile. I miss rambling about how beautiful the moon was and you kissing me. I miss pretending we were a helpless couple on the street to get change for the bus.  I miss holding your hand and wearing that hippie skirt with you. I miss brightening your day, I miss our messages about running off together in the woods, naked. The way we got together was so extremely wrong, but so right. But you changed purposely. And one day you’ll come back, and we’ll both know.