𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅

I miss you.

"I miss you." he exclaims.

This catches me completely off guard. I reply with a questioning look, "Huh? I'm right beside you."

He sighs and reaches out his hand, taking my free hand and entwines his fingers with mine. "I know. But you're writing and that's when you feel the farthest and when I miss you the most." He presses his lips against my knuckle, his eyes closed. "It's just that it terrifies me sometimes."

I turn back to my writing, staring at the words on the paper scribbled with black ink.

After few minutes, he continues, "You lose yourself. You don't notice it, but I do. You change into a different person when you write. In fact, you become several different persons at once. Sometimes, you're a girl in a coffee shop, a boy in love, a person who just lost someone important, an old man visiting his wife's grave, or a traveler. I see it happening in your eyes. I see it when your lips unconsciously mouth conversations you make up in your head. I see you jump through time. I see you disappear into worlds I can't reach. That's when I miss you. But that's also when I fall in love with you the most. I love you when you write-

because that's when you look the happiest."