You see things. You know things. You understand what most can't. It is so impressive, especially in this world. Today, its more socially acceptable to hate yourself than to be confident and happy, but you aren't that way. You take opinions and keep them in your mind, you work things to fit with other things and its amazing. There is something about you and its so intriguing and I would love an opportunity to figure you out. You are a puzzle that I could work on forever, trying to put together. That is one of your many draws, along with being a great listener, talented human and musical taste from a Jesus gifted person.
The words flow out, getting typed easily at the early hour. Sitting on my bed, choosing the collection of words that I thought flowed well. I miss you. Days. Weeks. Forever. It's like you've been gone a lifetime. You were a part of me, like a vital organ; I needed you more than an arm or leg, I still need you more than any limb or meal or single possession. All of the rooftop visits turned from happy and memorable to downward spirals of dark feelings and emotions are overwhelming. I remember taking you down the tracks; you liked that part, didn't you? What about skating down the street? Do you want that back too? How about the late night drives through your neighbourhood, almost getting arrested for being young and dumb, and taking pictures that we would treasure forever?
We still talk; I try and keep that up. And we're due to be reunited in 22 days, 21 considering we'll be meeting up the day before. I'm not quite sure how I'll deal with losing you again when we have to come home. But its worth it if it means that I get to hug you again, to listen to you talk when you get happy and excited about something.
I think all of this is worth it. It has to be.
