Why don't you see the fact that I do miss you. I think about you non stop. Wishing you were here with me. To listen to how shitty my day has been. To hug me when I need one. To laugh at my corny jokes. For the moment, I've been telling them to Midnight. I don't know if you noticed, but cats don't laugh. She turns around and walks away, leaving me laugh at them. And imagine how your laugh would sound with mine. Maybe we could wipe each others tears away and debate who laughed the loudest.
I know you've missed me. Not to say it like I'm cocky, cause I'm not, but I know you have. Your poems say it. Your thought express it. And if I put my ear to the ground and listen a little closely, I can almost hear you saying my name. You not having a phone so I can call you or internet so I can instant message you is KILLING me. There isn't any real reason for me to be on aim anymore. And secretly, I know its killing you too.
So, you ask me what my choice is?
Clearly you, of course. I will be patient and wait. Better yet, I have an idea, but wed have to wait. Or I'd wait and tell you. Cause I'd want to hear your voice when I do tell you.
The current song I'm listening to is Blink 182's Always.
And at the moment, no other song would be more appropriate.
I love you.
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