I Miss You

I don't want to go out and socialize and joke and laugh. But I don't want to be alone, either. I just want to sit and be with you. I don't want to talk to you, but I want you to talk to me. You don't need to try to make me feel better, because nothing is really wrong, I just want your voice to fill the silence. You can talk about everything or nothing significant at all, you can spin ridiculous tales or tell me about your day - anything, anything you'd like.
But I am here and you are there, and I guess I just miss you.

Unmarked Letters

I've started a journal of unmarked letters, letters written to unnamed persons that will never get sent. There's just something therapeutic about getting things off your chest and onto some paper, even if the words are never seen or heard by the other. I'm predicting that this journal will fill up quickly; there are so many things that I'd like you to know, but I could never bring myself to actually say them. So I guess this is where they'll go.

I Miss You

Good God, I miss you. I miss your smile, your face, your hugs. I miss our talks, our laughs, our tears. I miss the way things were, the way we were. But it was all bound to change eventually, we were bound to change. At times it went smoothly, at others not at all. I just can't believe how different things are now, how different we are. We never thought it'd be like this, and if it was, it wouldn't be for much much longer. And yet here we are. I am here and you are there. We hardly see one another. And when we do it's never long enough, never meaningful enough. I wish there was something I could do to change that. I wish there was something I could say to make you understand just how much you mean to me, just how much you've affected me. I hope that I'll see you soon. I hope that we'll talk again. But for now, all I can say is that I miss you. Good God, I miss you so much.