I didn’t know I could miss something so much, even if it was never mine to begin with.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
She’s real.
She’s so perfect at being imperfect and human,
it makes me want to reach to the sky and pluck out a star,
just for her to hold in her heart.
This star would not outshine her,
for she would outshine it with her beauty.
She would outshine the star with her kindness.
She’s someone you always long to be with.
Someone who actually cares about life and what it’s about.
Who cares about love.
—  A poem about her

I long for you.

When I say that, I don’t just mean that I miss you. I don’t miss you; I yearn for you.

It’s like my heart strings are reaching out towards you, waiting for you to pluck them. Every breath of air from my lungs wants to scream your name, and my eardrums impatiently wait to hear my name come out of your mouth. My lips crave the taste of yours, and my tongue dances behind my teeth. My fingertips tingle in anticipation, waiting for you to put your hand in mine.

I need you, in every sense of the word. You are the oxygen I breathe and the sun that lights up my world. I long for you always.