I Miss You (Or Are You Thinking Of Me Too?)

Every day,
I think about you all day,
And when I do, it feels like I am near you,
And every night I cry, knowing it's not true,
That really, I'm so far away from you.
 
I feel like I have known you my entire life,
But I am filled with strife,
And every night I cry, knowing it's not true,
I have only known of you,
For three years, and known you,
(However little) for one year,
And it makes me shed a tear.
 
Please don't think you're less than miraculous,
Your smile's contagious,
Through your eyes, you speak volumes without saying a word,
You're like a sweet, pretty, little bird...
 
I hear you all around me, I hear every word,
That you said to me,
Go through my head, go through me,
Like a shock wave,
Like tweets on airwaves,
Tweeting of little birds, that I can't find,
Almost like I'm blind,
I hear your song on the wind,
To find you, I know I'm destined.
 
I dream about you so often,
That I'm certain,
It means something,
I want to know that thing.
 
I want to know why, that now more than ever,
You are even more at the center,
Of my world,
I want the reason's disguise unfurled.
 
I want to know why I am thinking about you with even more frequency,
And intensity,
And am dreaming about you more,
What's in store?
Where are you now?
What are you doing now?
 
So far away,
I wish I could say,
I miss you,
I love you,
I long for you.
 
I long to hug you,
I long to hold your hand, run my fingers through your hair, and just be with you.
 
I long to talk to you,
To say how much I love you,
And hear it back from you.
 
I feel as though you are thinking about me lately,
Am I on your psyche?
I wish I could know,
I wish there was a way you could let me know.
 
I feel as though, there is something going on that has to do with me,
I wish I could see,
If this was true,
Every time I think of a new place to search for you,
I am no closer to finding you.
 
I wish we could run into each other,
But then, I don't think I could say another
Word to you,
How could I get up the courage to speak to you?
 
I would just have to,
If I were to tell you,
How I feel before it's too late,
And one or both of us become the late.