You Learn Something New Everyday

A Little Colder

In long story short, I miss you. You're not dead, you're just far away. And I could still talk to you, but it's not the same. You're busy and I'm alone. What if I get scared again? What if I need you? You'll never need me. You mayn't even understand how my heart yearns for you. You maybe couldn't understand that I cried, because all the Gods and all the words know I'm going to miss you. And I don't need to love you, but that doesn't mean I'm not scared. How can I explain my whole fears to someone new? What happens if I wake up in the night and I think he's there and I just need you to make me feel alright? Even if you never respond, even if I'm just talking to an unresponsive chat box because I know you'll see it and you'll care, at least, that I was scared. Will you still care? I'm scared now. I'm scared that you'll forget about me. Or maybe you'll say mean things about me to people. Or worst, that you won't forget about me, and you're not busy, you just don't like me and don't wanna talk.
I don't want to kiss you or perform sexual activities. I just want to be held by you for a long time. To hug you until I feel warm again. I miss you. 'Cause maybe you don't think a whole lot of me. But you're one of my best friends.

...And I'm going to miss you.