Fifteen hours from now and I will never see you again… wow, that’s a horrible realisation.
The thought of never sitting on the stairs during lesson with you again, the thought of not being able to bully you for the stupid and hilarious comments you come out with, and especially the thought of never seeing those beautiful brown eyes light up again, now that’s hard.
I just wish I could tell you exactly how I feel, but I can’t, I just don’t know how too. I miss you isn’t enough, it’s used far too often and out of context then soon ends up meaning nothing at all. When I tell you tomorrow just know that I mean it, I’m going to miss you more than I could ever put into words!
