Tears on my pillow

It’s been a long time since I missed someone so much that I cried. Well, someone living, I mean. But tonight, I do and I am.

Silly, I know. I just can’t help it. It’s difficult to know that someone you care about has had a really tough day, and you can’t be with them, no matter how much you wish it. My heart cries out that I should just show up at his door. But distance and circumstances prevent it.

Even now, at 2a, I have the urge to go to the couch where we spend time when we’re together, and settle in—just to feel more connected.

I miss his eyes, and his smile, and our talks…and our silences.

The next time we’re together can’t come soon enough, mdb.