To have walked where we walked, to have spoken the way we did, and how we paced our moments in an attempt to make them last... How can I not miss you?
The effervescent feelings I have for you, the heartbeat crawling up my throat, will it dissipate or will it remain?
Are you just a dream of mine that I only meet at midnight? The most superficial lie I could believe is that it's better this way. It isn't. I miss you.
I will humbly admit that I am a selfish human being that wants nothing else but to end up in your arms.
Come be here.
I miss you.