Clearly you take your titles more seriously than I take mine. I miss you.
You mean a lot to me. Probably too much, actually. I miss you.
Your eyes are like small universes, a universe that would happily welcome me at any time. I miss you.
Your smile is highly contagious, your arms are always inviting, and your lap is extremely comfortable. I miss you.
I love your stories, the way you tell them, the way that whenever I hear one I can say "Yep, that's my baby alright". I miss you.
I would give anything to see you again. I don't like having to make you wait, I hate having to put your love to the test. I hate this. I miss you.
