I can hear your voice in my head.
That beautiful accent of yours.

I miss you.

angelcasimiro:

Greetings from me and my baby brotha.

angelcasimiro:

Greetings from me and my baby brotha.

I wonder what your kisses are like.

And when I hear your name
I also hear
“What if?” and “What happened?”

You were that one person I wanted to share my music with. My thoughts with. Everything.

And now we don’t even exchange hellos.

Wearing your sweater ‘cause I miss you tons and it smells like you.

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