assortment of days inside a mind

I don’t think it’s the right time to tell you how much I miss you, how I Love you, how I want to see You, to be with You, to really know You. So instead I say nothing & the crushed words seep out as tears. At least that’s what I imagine. What I KNOW is how very much you soak into my days, how much I miss all of You. I AM so very grateful for the parts you share. Yet still I (quite literally) cry for more. Please tell me we WILL meet again….

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When the tears fall I wonder:
Would these tears alienate you also (like they did him)? I know they aren’t cute or attractive. They are raw. They are sorrow. They are feeling! …feeling how much I want you in my life…more.

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I really do just wish I could, in any way, make your life better, lighter. I wish I could know more about all of what makes you who you are. You are a book I want to read again and again.

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It’s so often the little things that matter. Thank You for taking time with me. I was thinking again, how much I value empathy and how much I see it in you.

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A lot of risks… lost? I fear it’s true…I’ve played the fool for love of You…again.

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