You Don’t Miss Him. You Miss The Home You Made Out Of Him
You miss the shelter he provided, the umbrella when it rained, the kitchen connoisseur, the sunlight in the morning. He was the structure, and you were the glue.
You miss the shelter he provided, the umbrella when it rained, the kitchen connoisseur, the sunlight in the morning. He was the structure, and you were the glue.