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Jesse Peters

Jesse Peters


Last Updated: 11/22/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 18
Sign: Capricorn

City: [610]
State: Pennsylvania
Country: US
Signup Date: 7/7/2005

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Thursday, September 11, 2008 
Wednesday, August 06, 2008 
I miss when I'd wake up, and know you're there, thinking about me, eager to see me. I miss your protective, friendly nature. How you'd make sure nothing would harm me, no matter who or what it may be. I miss the times you'd tell me everything, even if were negative. I miss your personality that has faded, like your smile. I miss seeing you everyday. I miss you innocence. I miss being your one and only. I miss the trust I once  had in you. I miss how you'd go out of your way, just to make me happy. I miss how you'd spoil me with joy. I miss when you'd hang out with me, and we'd do nothing and it was okay, just because we were together.
I miss that feeling you'd get when i'd kiss you. I miss you wanting me. I miss the style you once possesed. I miss your key sense of judgement that clearly went away. I miss your morals. I miss your smile, and your pretty white teeth.  I miss the girl I fell in love with. I miss what we once had. I miss the good person I once knew. I miss the girl I was able to be myself around. I miss being able to tell you everything, no matter what it is. I miss aimlessly spending our days togeteher, enjoying eachothers company. I miss flaunting all about you, bragging about what I have and others couldn't seem to ever touch. I miss being away, and have you calling me tell me you miss me. I miss your sweet writing, that always struck me, every time I read. I miss the way you'd make me feel like the luckiest eprson in the world. I miss you wanting my attention and effection.  I miss the way you'd teach me new things, about myself and about love.
I miss my power to make you reconsider, to make you open your eyes and realize what's going on. I miss being the voice you turn too.

I miss my best friend.
 I miss, the old, you.