You have no idea. You probably don't even think I care. Oh, how much you don't know... I think about you all day/ everyday. I miss you. You mean so much to me... And yet, I can't tell you anything. I regretfully remain silent. I might see you eventually... But even if I do, what happens then? Will we go back to this same, counter-productive, agonizing silence? If that's the case, then I don't know how much more I could take this.
I miss that smile, the way you make me so happy whenever you are with me. And they way your presence comforts me. I miss your hands, and how perfectly they fit into mine. I miss our adventures we had, and the time we shared together. Whatever I miss, it's all worth it if I can be with you. And I only want to be with you too. I love you ❤️ 143~643