I miss a partner in crime.

I miss having someone to share my likes.

I miss people who cared.

I miss people who dared.

I miss vodka sessions.

I miss bitching about life.

I miss bitching about bitches.

I miss bitching about you.

I miss potentiality.

I miss my hopes and dreams.

I miss having someone to talk to.

I miss CC nights.

I miss so much more, and more after that.

But I forget there is always a finish to every starting line.

And thats that. I guess. What a perfect ending B|