As He looked at his best friend’s face, he felt as if he’d never not known that hair, th
As He looked at his best friend’s face, he felt as if he’d never not known that hair, those blue eyes, those lips. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was … I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don’t know how to find you even though you’re right in front of me.-J.R. Ward -- source link