At times I miss having a Boyfriend. A Beavis to come home to and watch music videos and fart with. I mostly miss a good cuddle, and to burry my face in the nook between his neck. I miss big long sighs of peacefulness by the comfort of his warm body next to me. I miss dorky morning sessions with morning breath kisses. I missed being missed.
I go out and I see these couples who appear to be so perfectly happy, get into a fight. She's in the corner texting some other dude, and he's on the other side of the bar drunk off his face and flirting with other chicks. She leaves without him, alone...And he could care less.
I go home. alone...I crawl into my bed, spread out right in the middle of my cozy "queen" bed, I take a big long sigh of peacefulness, by the comfort that I rather be alone, than in bad company.