Anonymous asked:
I need him. I need to hear his heartbeat as I lay my head on his chest, and the symphonies he composes with his laughter. I miss being the canvas for his fingertips to paint delicate patterns across, turning what was once empty into a work of art. I miss his brown eyes that stare back at me from behind his glasses. I just really fucking miss him but he lives miles away from me. I just really need him right now.
