“I miss you. I trust you. Ask me anything, and I won’t ever hesitate to tell you, I will give myself entirely. You already have me, I just don’t know what parts you want to see. My vulnerabilities are on display for you, point me out to anything and I can tell you its story.
I feel that more guarded than I initially thought, and I don’t want to be. Especially not for you.
Im so shy Ive lost sight of what to say.
I miss being with you, talking to you, and breathing you in.
You are all I think and feel, every minute of each day, and that alone makes me feel as if you’re with me. You’re in every thing I see, every advertisement, every ray of sunshine, every song is about you. In every feeling that arises out of my day, there is always an immediate urge to want to share it with you. A well-formed sentence, how I almost slipped on the snow this morning and rambunctiously laughed it off to myself, a cloud I liked. I imagine you with me, living each moment. I guess what I’m really trying to say, is that I really miss you and I hope to be in your arms again.”