A letter to one I love about missing him. |
Dear You, It's the simplest thing in the world. I miss you. Every day I wake up missing you, and every night I fall asleep wishing you were next to me. Hearing your voice helps with the pain, but only so much. I need you here to make me happy, to hold me when I break down. And oh, I've broken down. Sometimes I could drown myself in a torrent of tears, if I could cry. But you're helping me with that, aren't you? I think perhaps if you take me into your arms I could cry, I could finally let go. God, how I miss you. I love watching you throw back your head as something makes you laugh. I miss the way you snuggle up close and rest your head on my stomach, always knowing when you make my heart beat faster. I love playing games with you, because we're both competitive. You'd never let me win on purpose, and I love you for it ('cause then it makes beating you that much better). I miss the way you smell, the way you taste, the way it feels when we're in each other's arms. I need to see you again, for our time together is always much too short. A couple days here, one or two a few months later, it's not enough. If I told you I was addicted it would be an understatement, because it's so much more than that. I can hear it in your voice, that same longing. You need it as much as I do. All we ask for is time, and yet it becomes so hard to get. This distance kills me, but for you I can endure it and wait for those few precious moments I get. I Love you, Me |