I miss you
Not all the time
When I’m really bored, or tired, or lonely, or horny…or all of those things at once
Or when some asshole stranger smiles the way you smile, or says the things you say, or smells the way you smell
When I look nice, I wish you were here to see it, because you’d know exactly what to say to let me know it
When I feel thinner, I wish you were here to feel it too, because you’d know exactly where to touch to dissipate those insecurities
My expectations have always been and always will be real, but while they stay grounded, I can’t stop the daydreams from drifting above practical concerns and the truth of the matter, even though the higher one rises, the further one has to fall
When it’s over, I’ll be glad it happened, but that won’t stop me from wanting to cry.
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