Note to myself

Miss you

It's funny how I find myself always missing you.
It's a good thing that you've got someone you miss.
At least better than you missing something like your work in the office.

Better hold on to that feeling because not every once in a while we will miss someone so much it actually hurts.

I admit I miss you more than I can ever think of.
Somehow you have slowly invaded my brain, my life and my heart too.
Just imagine how great it will be to hug you whenever I want, to kiss you whenever I feel like.

How about we hold each other's hand tight as nothing can ever tear us apart?
And you will whisper to my ear, Only you and I against the world babe.
Or we can snuggle on the big couch in the living room and watch movies or drama for the day?
Perhaps we can also stay on your comfortable bed and be veggie all day with our bodies crossed over each other. But probably neither of us can hold the urge to fuck each other till all your love spill and spread all over me as a reminder of how we were meant for each other.
Maybe we can drive our lovely mini out and sit on the roof and watch the sunset by the beach with bottles of beer running down my throat but not yours. Then perhaps I can spill all my thoughts and those little secrets I stored at the corner of my hearts while the sun slowly set and the moonlight rise.

Hopefully, this happens to you too.
Although it's all just a dream . . .