dear deepee,
i miss your goodnight messages.
i miss your fly away hair.
i miss your tongue ring.
i miss your very hot room.
i miss your electricfan.
i miss your bed.
i miss your hugs.
i miss it when you call my name.
i miss it when you make pacute.
i miss it when you "beh!"
i miss your scent.
i miss your lips.
i miss that moment when we were cooking.
i miss our ym conversations.
i miss it when you text me happy stuff.
i miss dreaming about you.
i miss kissing you.
i miss spending days with you doing nothing.
i miss going to your house after PE.
i miss eating with you and your family.
i miss walking beside you.
i miss walking behind you.
i miss it when you smell like alcohol.
i miss it when you smell like yosi.
i miss it when you look at me.
i miss it when act like you didn't.
i miss it when you baby talk.
i miss it when you pull me closer to you.
i miss it when you hold me.
i miss it when i put cherry on you.
i miss it when you do the sad face.
i miss it when you pout your lips.
i miss your KALYO!! shet! how could i forget that!
i miss it when you take a bath.
i miss it when your body is cold.
i miss it when i cuddle you.
i miss your waist. ( WAAH! ANG SEXY NUN EH!)
i miss tickles (yung bigote mo).
i miss your hair.
i miss you.
I'm Nica. Age 20. A Fine Arts student, Photographer, Company Artist and a full time blogger. I'm pretty sure you know what I blog about (for the avid readers. ofcourse!).
I blog about absolutely anything I could think of and dears, sorry in advanced. Most of them are non-sense. I have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers. I procrastinate a lot. And I love like a hopeless romantic.
