i still look at the stars.

There is so many things that i want to tell you. Like that i miss your smile. How you would judge things with your own opinion, not even letting me speak up because you are so into it. How you would read between the lines. I dont even want to watch the movies you recommended me anymore because even if i watched them i would think about you throughout the movie. THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS, SO SO MANY THINGS.