How I Fell in Love

Phil, I miss you.

Words cannot explain how much I miss you. Every part of me wonders about you, where you are, what you're doing, what could have been if you had stayed. If you were here with me, by my side, what would we be doing? What would we be talking about?

Phil, it has been three years. An aching, emotionless, dismal three bloody years. I can't tell you how numb it has been. How numb I have been. Now I've come to the point where I think this has all been some meaningless, god forsaken dream where I wake up beside you on the bed and smother you with kisses and all the love I've been meaning to give to you in that three year period.

Phil, wake me up. Please, please, Phil. Shake me awake as hard as you can and wrap me in your arms. It's cold in here. It's so cold and dark, I can't see a fucking thing.

Phil, I need to wake up because I need to tell you all the things that I have been meaning to tell you for a straight three years. All the stupid things rattling around in my head that have been rattling around like a pinball machine. I want to tell you how annoying you are all the time and how lovely you are all the time and how stupid you are all the time and how smart you are all the time and I just want to tell you that I am deeply, madly, freaking head-over-heels in love you, Phil. I still am.

Phil, this is me telling you how much I love you.

This is a short story and is 5 whole chapters! Please and thank you. :)