But your best friend is still your best friend. Even from half a world away. Distance can’t sever that connection. Best friends are the kind of people who can survive anything. And when best friends see each other again, after being separated by half a world and more miles than you think you can bear, you pick up right where you left off. After all, that’s what best friends do.
― (via i-just-have-a-diferent-reality)
It’s silly because I don’t miss the sex, your kisses, or your bear hugs the most. Not quite as much as I miss the warmth I feel when I roll over at 2 am and see you in your most vulnerable state. I miss that, when your mouth is just slightly open so that I can hear each breath you take. And when I grab on to your sleeping body, you would wake just enough to pull me in as tight as your muscles allow.
― That’s what I miss the most (via remembertoforget804)