I don't know what to title this and maybe I'll title it later, but for now I need to get these words out: I miss you.
I really wish you were here. I want to hold you in my arms and talk into the night about anything, everything, and nothing as we drift off into our dreams. You would be my last thought, I would be yours, and we would both be thankful to God for that fact.
I've not really thought about you until now, but now you're often in my thoughts. Some days, you're my only thought. Tonight, you're looking at the same sky, maybe wondering where I am or if I am; I've certainly thought the same a time or two.
Maybe we've met and maybe we haven't, but I can't be sure.
What I am sure of is that you are somewhere right now, hoping that someone comes for you in all of your strangeness and is willing to not only stick around, but truly enjoy and share that weirdness with you. Someone that you could share everything with and that would share everything with you in return. You deserve that and so do I, but we're still waiting on each other.
At least, I'm waiting on you. I could easily.... erm... entertain myself, but it never seems worth it when I think about what I'm saving to give to only you when I finally can.
That said, it's a very real possibility that, in my preserving myself for you, I might not ever meet you and I suppose I've made my peace with that. However, I miss you right now.
And as I type, maybe somewhere under this clear, cold night sky, you miss me, too and you've called me to your side hundreds of times.
I really wish you were here. I want to hold you in my arms and talk into the night about anything, everything, and nothing as we drift off into our dreams. You would be my last thought, I would be yours, and we would both be thankful to God for that fact.
I've not really thought about you until now, but now you're often in my thoughts. Some days, you're my only thought. Tonight, you're looking at the same sky, maybe wondering where I am or if I am; I've certainly thought the same a time or two.
Maybe we've met and maybe we haven't, but I can't be sure.
What I am sure of is that you are somewhere right now, hoping that someone comes for you in all of your strangeness and is willing to not only stick around, but truly enjoy and share that weirdness with you. Someone that you could share everything with and that would share everything with you in return. You deserve that and so do I, but we're still waiting on each other.
At least, I'm waiting on you. I could easily.... erm... entertain myself, but it never seems worth it when I think about what I'm saving to give to only you when I finally can.
That said, it's a very real possibility that, in my preserving myself for you, I might not ever meet you and I suppose I've made my peace with that. However, I miss you right now.
And as I type, maybe somewhere under this clear, cold night sky, you miss me, too and you've called me to your side hundreds of times.
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