Lately I’ve been missing you more than I’d like to admit.

I miss your big arms, how you’d tower over me. Your laugh. The way you looked at me, the way we looked at each other.

I miss your hug, and your voice.. no matter how terrible the words sounded.

It’s an awful feeling - for it to seem that when everything is wrong… you’re the person I need to see and speak to, to make it all better.

After all these months, after everything that has been said and done.. It’s like I care about you more than I did at the start… not romantically — but like a friend that I just want to care for and see succeed and be happy.

I haven’t seen you in so long. I can’t leave without saying goodbye.