And I've been kinda grumpy ever since. I hear ads for the Darius Rucker concert here in July, and I want to be planning to go with him. Every Darius song makes me think of him anyway.
Maybe because the 30th was going to be a big day for me. For us. I haven't even talked to him in nearly three months, and now I'm just sad. I miss him. I miss having him in my life. I miss the way talking to him is so comfortable, and I miss the way I fit in his arms.
I'll say it, and I don't think it makes me weak. Kyle, I miss you. I don't want you back, but I wish you were here with me right now. And I'm okay with that.