He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"HOW did I not see him? The desperation to go back in time suffocates my every moment. Levi was gone for such a short amount of time that we didn't even know he was missing. I had split a brownie with him, and part of it was still in my mouth when I jumped..."
