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my name is amy.

 

 

&& i want my old life back

Things I Really Miss About Him:

I miss when i was little and every other Monday.. we would go to Mcdonalds.. and eat pancakes.

I miss sittin on the couch eating oreos and watching Married With Children or Leave It To Beaver.

I miss telling him i was never gunna move away.. i was gunna build a house across the street. and never leave him.

I miss his voice.

I miss his face.

I miss making fun of his belly.

I miss coming home to him telling me me it wasn't my turn to have fun.

I miss waiting for him to come home from work and than going to Scheels for hours.

I miss him telling me i was his little girl and that would never change.

I miss him telling me i couldn't date til i was married.

I miss him playing with my dog and when ever he would bark.. he would say " what lassie? timmy fell in the well?'

I miss him making fun of the shows i watch.. and than catching him watching them.

I miss him picking me up from school.. with Cher blasting and him singing.

most of all... i miss him.