I want him. No, I need him. I crave him. I want to be able to have his hands intertwined with mine, to have myself being held in his arms. I want his lips pressed against mine in the most fragile and delicate way possible. I am an emotional mess with out him. My eyes burn as I stare into the screen, looking at what I have left of him. As I think about him, the more I need him. The more I want us to be together, bodies pressed against each other, while our love escapes our lips. If he see's this, I need you. I need you. I need you. Right here, right now. I need you.
