You don’t know but I’m the girl that drags herself out of bed every morning so that he will be proud of her when he comes home. I’m the girl who lies in bed longing for him to be lying next to me. I’m the girl who sits quietly in class because all I can think about is the next moment that he’ll be in my arms again. You don’t know, but I’m the girl with a million things to say, but none will come out without the thought of him. I’m the girl who checks my phone every five seconds just to make sure I haven’t missed his call. You tell me you know how I feel and that you understand what I’m going through; you have no idea. What you don’t realize is that I understand the true meaning of not only love, but of longing and anticipation. I am one of the girls who will make friends with complete strangers for only they can even begin to understand what I am going through. You don’t understand that I picture his face everywhere I go and that he is with me in everything I do. You tell me that you support the troops; I tell you, I’m in love with one.
What’s great about love letters are that someone writes how much they love you in a single sheet of paper that they wouldn’t say in person so then you can read over and over again just like falling in love with them over again without needing them to be there physically with you in your mind while reading this sheet of paper you can hear their voice reading it to you and its like a part of them will always be there with you because they expressed their true feelings for you in a letter
I stare at pictures of you until my eyes hurt to the point where I think they are bleeding. My imagination runs away and dreams of just hugging you. It’s like I could still feel your chest on mine when we hug although you are not here, but not in a millions years could I find someone who could replicate the way my body fits to yours like I found the missing piece to a puzzle I had been searching for my entire life.
I always hear people say ‘I’ll love you more and more everyday’ but what I rather hear is that ‘I will miss you more and more everyday’ because missing someone hurts far more than loving someone. And missing someone is far more difficult than loving someone. And if I only had one sentence I could say to you it would be ‘I’ll miss you more than the Sahara misses rain’ because when you miss someone you know something about them waters you, something about them makes you whole, something about them makes you, you.