I miss you. I know I’ve said it before, but these autumn days are causing me to miss you, despite the fact that I have no semblance of an idea of who you might be or if I’ve even met you yet. I just feel the need to have someone to care about. Someone to mindlessly text all day about all the little things I might not want to talk to anybody else about. To laze about in bed with, and not say a word but be thinking things all the same. Not needing to say anything, just to be content with the other’s presence. To have your hand to hold as we mindlessly walk from place to place, accomplishing whatever daily missions we need to. To frantically place a kiss on your lips as I rush off to whatever crazy scheduled day I’m about to have. To be able to hear all the boring, mundane things that may have happened in your day and laugh each of them off if something particularly funny happened.
I feel like I’m wandering around. Filling my time with things to just get things done and get steps closer to accomplishing goals. And at the end of the day, I just want to fall into your arms and nuzzle into your chest, content that I have someone who truly cares about me. I mean, I know I’m crazy. I can be loud, ambitious, crazy, playful, over-the-top, and can try to be too strong for my own good. But I’m passionate. And I give so much more than I get. And I will do whatever I can to make you happy. To make our relationship the best it possibly can be. It’s so cold and all I want is to snuggle up to you and revel in the world and the currently-changing colors that make up autumn and all its beauty.
But I guess I don’t get that. At least, not for now.
Until next time,
